departure:something:arrival

stream of my mind into the line of words lost in meaning that only i can pretend to understand.

soldier soul

and a bag full of money

on my way to a new part of town

i will get my just deserts

my pie, my lie, and my tie

show a version

kill a moment

w***e like a soul, w***e like a month

w***e the world

i like the blackness of my soul

its more than my just deserts

and i like the insanity of knowing i am wrong

wrong of all counts

the talents

the s**t that i bleed

the man that i pretend i am

yet the night is young

and i have much to tell

will you see and hear this story?

devils on the sideline

and a junkie in charge

what can i talk about, what can i say when the journals keep the truth away. when i write my soul into being. when i kill a monkey when i see the death when i see the void that i make when i do not partake its taking me its taking all of me and i am loseing ground and taking sound and oh my god i might be dying and i might just be trying a new direction or i might be a fool on a nowhere misson. i am the nothing in the sound

i am the nothing in the ground

and i have yet to be around

i have to mean something

when i am nothing. taken

eat of me, and then i can see

the sea? where to go and what do i mean.

i am the done and the over and i am gone. gone. hello.