good is good, i suppose

perplexing thoughts and small endeavors. both eyes on finding that groove. i enjoy the quiet alot more. why does time seem to move so slow, and when i turn around it's fleeting

we are fires in the night

Where I come from isn't all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me

I didn't go to boarding schools
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they I ain't nobody
Got nothing in my pocket

kept

hindsight is 20/20. foresight is fuckin news to me.learning is the righteous path apparently.

how much of a wiggle is a wiggle

looking forward to that horizon