new boots

blood, pain, strain… walk on

what a beautiful analogy to my life…

like a noose around my neck

and while i bandage my ankles, i might just have come upon the fascination that orwell had with the simplistics of humanity… or the complications therein.

what am i saying? sign me up for the deathsquad as well as the do-gooders. utopia seems a concept so below of what i dream of… complications, eh? fuck off you monads.

why can’t i stop laughing?

i always thought “the longest line” was a song about what j.j. cale sang about with some sucess two years before my arrival… *harrharr*

desultory rant?

das lenkt mich trotzdem nicht von den blutblasen an meinen hacken ab… fuck…

pain much?

for some reason, a little pro pain comes to mind…

my point exactly.