And holding fast to truth
(I don't want to lose what I had as a boy.)
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat.
(As common as a cold day in LA.)
Sometimes when I'm alone, I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?

Love hurts...
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive.

I'm fettered and abused,
I stand naked and accused
(Should I surface this one man submarine?)
I only want the truth
So tonight we drink to youth!
(I'll never lose what I had as a boy.)
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?

Love hurts...
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive


Alrighty then...

So, its been quite a while since I posted, leaving quite alot of time to cover. Lets begin with the worst shall we?

Tonight Tina called me. She's eight weeks pregnant. It's mine. She wants to get an abortion. I'm going to help pay for it. In all honesty, I think its pretty shitty that this is the first time in about four weeks that she's called me. We were supposed to be friends after we broke up. Apparently thats in the shitter. However, the irony of the fact that shes preggo from our break up sex isn't lost on me. Fuck it.

Anyhow....

I'm redoing Phlegm... in fact, it isn't named phlegm anymore. I'm toying around with a more serious story. Not sure of many details at the time, so I apologize. I'll have the concept pics up as soon as I do 'em. My muse has been kind of AWOL lately. So I'm dry on ideas.

Still working on my story. The plot is progressing nicely. I'll prolly start writing the first draft withing the next few weeks. I hope you all enjoy it.

I have a job waiting for me. It will be a few weeks before I can get it though. I has to get clean from mah illegal drug usage, so I gotsta work it all out of my system. Its tree surgery. $7 an hour, ten hour shifts in the ricockulous heat of Oklahoma summers, but a jobs a job.

Apparently the college has had me 'unoffically withdrawn'. Basically the colleges way of saying 'too soon, try again later'. So now I have $4900 hanging over my head. They haven't said anything about it, but i know its only a matter of time.

Has been raping me alot lately, or at least wanting to. She's a horny neko-neko X3. I loves you neko-chan!

On a related note, I'm kinda enjoying being single. Not being tied down. Not being a stray. I feel kinda free.

I've also been plagued by odd dreams and memories lately. Thoughts that aren't mine. Its disturbing.

-sigh- I'm feeling kind of lost too. Like I have no clue where I'm going. Even though I know exactly where I've been, It doesn't help. Letting all of my thoughts culminate into a jumble that eventually dissolves into an empty dystopian nothingness. I don't know how to express these thoughts, or explain them to anyone. So they keep showing up, only to disappear again. I'm trying to find myself, and Its not going well.

Anyhow. I apologize for not reading any of your journals or notes. But there were so fucking many of them, I didn't want to bother with it. Mostly because I'm lazy. If you want me to see a new piece, or read a journal, just let me know. I'll get to it at my earliest opportunity.

Remember, I love you all.

P.S. Jhonny Cash wrote 'Hurt', not Trent Resner as the popular consensus believes. If you think that, you fail.