ping pong

My head is spinning into itself slowly as I let go of the bowling balls.

I I I I...

Sitting, starring into nothing, well not quite nothing, the computer screen is technically a vacum which means there is nothing in there, but that's far from the current point.

What is the current point? That is a good question, I really don't have a clue if I was even trying to make a point all I know right now is that I'm wearing boots.

I'm really angry? I dunno maybe so, I feel like I need to vent. I look at things and I picture throwing them across the room and watching them shatter into hundreds of little pieces.

Is this what beer has done to me? I think that when I leave I will leave a scar way to big to not notice. A scar on the mountain a scar on my soul.

I want someone to punch me right now.

And I'm not spell checking this one... I don't give a fuck right now.

Thirtysix Fortysix

This is it
For here lay the doormat
It will question
Without cruel sensation

We know things
Gather in the grassland
Always sleep in
Forget about Paris

Goodbye love
Long have I seen penguins
Places seem far
Challenge me for a doze