Taco Bell, Sour Gummi Worms, and Wine

I can either lie to you or tell the truth.

One you can handle and the other you can't stand.

This is my life, you decide yours.

Later Days, Longer Nights

Next/New Arena

I finally moved to Vegas and the abundance of city lights have made things slightly complicated.

I manifested this. I wanted to move here 2 years ago.



Got exactly what I wanted.
And what did it cost?
Everything.
Every-single-fucking-thing.


Money<Love<Friends<Stability<This

I still feel like I belong here thankfully and I gotta read up on my Bukowski to remind me of my core.
I have a hot tub I can jump into whenever I want, yet my mum is content being homeless.


I went to go make/find my fortune. Separated by over thousands of miles from my family. If I felt alone before, this is a new arena.
But I am not alone...never really.
Its better to feel this way so my armor will already be formed, in case the status changes.

This is still my pensieve and perhaps that's why I've been feeling off: All these bottled up thoughts causing me to implode.

I'm still not a poet. I'm far from a boy. I'm getting closer to becoming a man who operates like a ghost.
Guess I'm my dad.


Later Days, Longer Nights

Not Enough Champagne

Aye, I'm pretty much boring and contemplating until I hit the next arena.

Stay Tuned

Little Dark Age

When I had less of a conscience, I had so much fun

Little regard for other people's feelings (besides one's I truly cared for) isn't demonic

It's putting your decisions first and front

I don't think there's a verse in the bible for these new age transgressions


Some people never get what's coming to them
It goes around and keeps going
Some times they fail up
If you didn't believe in karma, then what could we achieve without the selfish chains

Cause the golden rule is actually cruel when you think about it, just as karma
Treat others the way you want to be treated....you're not doing it to be truly good, only to cover your ass


Bring your own dark times

A Man Out of Touch with The Times

We hate the truth for the same reasons we love it.

The truth is unflinching.

Upon the pillar of crafted stone the truth is built on, the truth is one constant immovable construct.

We hate it.

With a lie, there's room for change.
A chance for it to morph into something else.

Even if we don't love a lie, we smirk when we realize it isn't the truth.
Slight curvature in our disposition;
A lie always has the smallest fraction of possibility to be something that's on our side in the end.

The truth is unshakable.
So when someone tells you what it really is, you aren't blessed with an opening.

Honesty is it's own hell.

Holy Shit

Its been a really long fucking time.

Uhm, I'll be back.

Cya

Later Days, Longer Nights