happy birthday to yours truly

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it knocked me off of my pillow this morning with a loud crash that vibrated my soul and turned my guts like a cranking engine.

i'm not moving back to cleveland.

reality is a wet sack of concrete. sometimes i choose to ignore it until it falls off of my shoulders and lands on my toes. only this time i have no crutches.

my future has liquefied before my eyes and i have no idea which way the river bends. and for the first time that's exciting.

ain't that a kick in the head?

current music: me without you