this is for those catholic bastards, who never knew their absent fathers.
i like preaching to people so much worse than myself about how to end up like everyone else.
humanity is fucked in the head(boards).
i feel sexy when i'm out of my mind.
we can't all be perfect all the time.
watching the phone ring again. observing people live in a different way.
i want to feel whole again. human again. flawless again -
wait. i never felt that anyway.
seems the hours take us from bad to rehab.
this is the gun that went off on the first pull.
you can't count bullets in bodies.
i blame the gin.
