Wednesday, November 05, 2003

again.. i detest people that have no personal thoughts, and rely solely upon song lyrics for a post... but.. because it just matches my thoughts right now.

" just another lonely, broken, hero. picking up the pieces of my mind. running out of faith and hope and reason. im running out of time."

" trouble always seems to find a way to live inside my mind. my haunted hell and me remain alone. underneath the masquerade is a simple man who's so afraid; i try to find a light to guide me home. mamma please just hold me tight; feeling so afraid tonight, because youre the only one that really knows..."

" that im just another lonely, broken, hero. picking up the pieces of my life. running out of faith and hope and reason. im running out of time."

" fighting for my sanity. many nights of tragedy. tried to leave my reached remains behind...

" im just another lonely, broken, hero. picking up the pieces from my mind. running out of faith and hope and reasons... im running out of time."


Ozzy.

Sunday, November 02, 2003

and the grand total rises to 2.

2 different people have now felt my rath. first were the potheads, and now... now the tribe of drunks feels the burn. the sheer anger in their drunken stupor as they bitch to the police officer and i, as their out of state car is towed away. too bad fuck heads. "they should have written it down that we cant park here" --- its actually posted in a couple different places dude. "like something id SEE or something man." its a white sign on a dark building; with a bright light 3 inches away from it. "fuck you" - thanks, fuck yourself. have fun cashing in beer bottles for your impound fees.

what a night. what a day.