small talk

At 1:11 in the morning, nothing feels much like morning at all.

Its a sad excuse for late february. Ice coats my outside world, my last escape from my inside world. Winter still not gone and shriveled away, receding like milky starlight when the sun hits it dead on. Piss off cold wind and hellish flurries.

Aint that the truth Marty.. Tell it like it is Bruce.. When the country was run by _______ , there werent these problems with the _______.

For whom the bell tolls, drop the bomb, agents in orange - eating orange oranges...

God can take away the pain, fatness, abuse.. God uses your love, sounds nice.

You can't get there from here.. The world is a vampire.. tick tock, bang!