Texas Is A Hotbed Of Insanely Good

War Is Very Sad And Small Life Is Pathetically Fragile At Times.

I'd Defend Myself. But I Don't Go Around Shoving People Around; That's Not Me At All - That's For A Cop. I'm Not Into That Type Of Behavior At All.

Too Sick And Freaked Out Not To Want A Bullet For Every Passer By, Too Sick And Freaked Out To Breathe, Too Sick And Freaked Out To Care, Too Sick And Freaked Out To Think Of Anything But The Annihilation Of My Mind And Denial Of My Life. So Sick And Freaked Out That I Think Everyone Is My Friend.

At Times, I Feel America Is Something That I Can Actually Put My Arms Around, More Than A Land Mass And A Constitution, Something Far More Containable And Understandable. I Don't Exactly Know What It Is, But At These Times I Feel Completely Woven Into It.

I Don't Believe In Fate Or Destiny. I Believe In Various Degrees Of Hatred, Paranoia, And Abandonment. However Much Of That Gets Heaped Upon You Doesn't Matter - It's Only A Matter Of How Much You Can Take And What It Does To You.