Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Tuesday, July 01, 2003

i'm not sure where i belong.

somewhere air conditioned is obvious.

i have my truck with me, my cigarettes on my person, and a fist full of change. that i know. knowing feels nice. it's something i get less of everyday. for shame.

it's nice to hear the word shit on tv and radio, and see tits on late nite television... but is that the end all be all?

i got my newly non-expired ID and the picture is cool... lucked out there.

not to get too zen on yall motherfuckers but, maybe, it's that where ever you go there you are type shit. maybe i need to find happiness within. maybe i'm feeling the buzz off this NyQuil.

and SHIT man, that stuff tastes like death. green death flavor. see you when i get outta this soon-to-happen coma.


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