NOT SUITABLE FOR THE WEAK-STOMACHED

So the beginning of my dream I can’t quite recall…how exactly I got into this place, but I did revisit it and wake up a couple times in between and re-entered it in different situations…. In any case I am running around and my family is there, and I remember my cousin in Colorado having…

it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood……..

It’s odd how strange my days blend and blend into one composite ball of existing…. I have no interest in wasting my life away plugging along in chat rooms and essentially accomplishing nothing, this time spent could be so much better used….in completing more art, and breathing more sun in…I am too pale anyways to…

i can’t take it when people annoy me

in any case…here we are another Tuesday afternoon, with Bjorn probing my head and, my tolerance waning thin. I get easily aggravated, and I have no patience for bullshit, like yesterday’s bit when I went to see Hank Williams III, at CBGB’s, and there are Teresa and Jeff rambling on about how the song that…


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