Mind. Ink. Paper.

sheesh

if only i can put all this monkey business in my head down on paper.

maybe it will give me some relief from the relentless dreams i have been having, when i finally do fall asleep. maybe its my brain screaming at me, telling me i need to get all these thoughts out in a different way. talking about some of them is just not cutting it. perhaps i should be making movies. perhaps i should be writing more songs or a book or just pages and pages of nonsense. maybe its just that i watch too much tv. those big wigs in hollywood are turning my brain to be a full consumer and not a free thinker. maybe its just the booze. but why when i try do something about it does it feel worse? i try write, nothing gets penned down. i try film, i have no content. i try create a song, i have no inspiration. i try not watch tv, and i get very very bored.

i need a holiday.

i need an escape.

i need my insanity to be let out.

i need...........

Horse S$%t

blah blah freaking blah. 15 bucks for a sandwich. how is that cheap? bread is 7bucks. and even that is expensive. i feel like an old sailor telling the stories of his glory days. the days us young folk will never understand because "back then life was different. we did not have any of these gadgets you kids play with." tell me another tail. i want to hear about when life was good, because i bet even then, life was pretty shitty for someone. but thats neither here nor there. freaking 15 bucks for a sandwich. and all it had on it was cheese. where have the good days gone......

Maladjusted Sadist

Oh the great power and pull of the rat race. We dont want it, but we need it. Or so we are told. Why must i push papers for some rich dickhead who does nothing but make me pay more for the shit i dont really need. maybe i'm just angry. maybe i'm just a little hurt. had a job. now its gone. so now i will look for another. its not a life i was enjoying. but its a life i need. why? someone tell me. cause at the moment i am cruising from pain to pain. hurt to hurt. failure to failure. who wants my life? i do. but not this one. yet i keep running the circle route. right back to where i came from.