Monday, August 12, 2002

you better get ready to die, you better get ready to kill
long weekends, high drama, purgatory in the belly of the beast. true friends will see you at your very worst, tolerate you, somehow understand and stand by you even as you throw up in the front seat of their car. burned out, hung over reflections bring out new hatreds as well as rekindle, re-assure and deepen old ones. i am slowly realizing that there is someone that used to mean so much who i would like nothing more than to see dead. i hope said person reads this and i hope said person somehow understands just how much i utterly hate them. you know who you are, its not a big secret. warn your legions of admirers who i am, i'm willing, i'm capable and i wont think twice. negative vibrations everywhere. long nights of fruitless endeavors, or maybe not. who knows? who cares? you have no idea who i am. i am two people and when i wake up you'll hate us both. thats the way it always goes. "and now i must go out in the yard and murder a skunk. and if i fail, he will murder me. some things never change." selah.