The Days: Part 10

...and then there are the days when I'm fuckin drunk...

Nothing of any significance to report....this is just drunken ramble. Ya heard me. Whatever. This is nonsense, but then, what isn't???? What the hell? Strange. Yes. I say yes. Necessary. Cha. Rambling. This is it. It really is. So much futility. Paradoxical significance within things that mean absolutely nothing, and yet everything at the same time. No. THIS is so empty. Not that THAT would be any different in the end. It's the in between that counts, perhaps?

...killing time...that's all...

but until what?

just chut up

Happy Cinco De Mayo