Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Call Me Cheech

Holy fuck I am stoned. And perhaps nearing inebriation; god bless whiskey all the day long.

My brain is an amalgamation of fried circuits and faulty wiring, one that can never reach any conclusive self-realization or change.

I am lost in a sea of dope and dopes, of simpletons and simple opportunities, a sea of dead memories that I cling to tighter and tighter as they recede into the past. I have realized I have been living in the past for most of my present, and will for most of my future. I accepted this fate, self-consigned or not.

The broken man,