drunk again, i can write again

everclear. whoever came up with the name of the worlds greatest alcohol was a genius. because he was right. everclear. i ate some everclear and drank some cookie dough like it was water. the truth resonant. my friend mark reminded me of the jocund. he was wrong. but i can't deny the light now, at this moment. the light is bright and it comes for me. jackson five were never so happy. life transcendent!!!! the feral ascendent!!!! wolves from your past and jackels from your future. a man with a brow ridge more pronounced than the words he speaks. the feral ascendent. i can say no more of the life that i read and the ramifications it brings. drank from the ivory chalice, so grotesque, so comforting. love. it comforts me. UNFORTUNATE BALLEDS OF LOATHING AND LOSS! ha!!! the words meant more than the song. and for that, i'm sorry. the song should of come first. I cant imagine now, the time that brought that about. the words that were spoken were but shadows. but the shadows can only exist with the light and with the death of the light, the shadows burn too. gone and forgotten. i live from clementcy. I swore by it. but it wasn't accepted. it wasn't granted. the loss was unbearable. collapse. and then collapse again. until there is nothing left. the materials that spawned the original have gone their seperate ways. deconstruction. desolation. a postmodern dilemia. all has disappeared!!!! ah. until i find myself in servitude to something that never existed. never existed. how can this be. I KNOW HOW THEY FEEL! the countless multitude, watching their passions dry in the setting sun. Only the lucky scrape by.

HA. but who am i to worry! sleater kinney! fucking slut. she claims to know what i know like it's a fucking miracle that everyone doesn't experience the full glory of worthlessness. hahha, worthless to your lover. she seeks a better cock to please her. you should get student driver tattooed on your balls.