I'm depressed as ****. really, man. it's getting tiring.
this universe is hostile and indifferent, and I travel this desert of awareness alone, trying to run ship
I drink to pass the time. sometimes I read. mostly philosophy, and a few novels on post-apocalyptic worlds.
it always seems like a metaphor for what already exists. everyone is actually alone in this world, trying to stay above water.
tears soak each card that the dealer has dealt.
anyway, yeah man. I used to ride. run and gun. had a friend I used to ride with. we crashed a couple harleys together.
it was good music then and it still is.