I know it's been a few since I actually had something to say, it seems as if I can't be online to write but I do keep a small notebook to jot things down ....

     A certain truth: yeah, I actually like the dark and the things that go bump in the night ....

    So I've stopped taking my medication because depression's sensation courses comfort through my viens. Insane you might say but it's my cocaine that keeps me sane. I can't escape this dismal bliss trapped in it's grasp, seductive kiss ....

     I'm surrounded by those that do the same as I an I, when you down below with nowhere to go one is careful to whom you flow ....

     you know it's fucked up when even the pigeons are diseased that's what it's like where I live where all the "clients" are either addicts or mental ....

     coming to the reservoir I meditate by this man made tiny lake sitting amongst croaking frogs of winter's fall; dragonflies darting back and forth before the backdrop of the setting sun the beginings of evening's night dance just begun ....

     what I would like to do is lean back on the softness of the cooling grass with you ....