~what cant i say really?..its not about the jobs ive had , places ive been or people ive met. not about the smiles and cries, or hopes and dreams. its life, nobody gets out alive anyway. personally, im always seriously joking, always quietly outspoken, tastefully tasteless, and optimistically doubting the persistent illusion of time. back to back we face ourselves. an olympic smoker by trade. coffee is a poor excuse for amphetamines. have twenty-one, one mores. the secret place inside my mind. with a little bit of explanation, anywhere in the world i choose to go , ill have it made. finding who we are, is loosing who we were. if i had a soldier for every tear i shed, id build an army and fix my head. crazy people tend to take the psycho path. whats won is done, the joy lies within the doing. people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. nobody can be like me, exactly like me, sometimes even i have trouble doing it. a genetic dissatisfaction with everything. its better to be hated for who you are, than loved for who you are not. what one believes to be true, either is true, or becomes true. the purpose of life, is a life of purpose. im extraordinarily patient, provided i get my way in the end. its about the journey, not the destination. always buckle up. love like youve never been hurt before. evil is the only ignorance and art is the only drug i cant live without.inspired by friends, family, the dali lama, and bazooka joe.lol.
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