September 29th, 2003


a whiny run-on sentence

it becomes autumn, makes me melancholy, wakes up shutdown bits of my brain (which may not be a bad thing but keeps me awake at night) and in my dreams there was swimming and flying or falling and maybe piracy and a slack-jawed yokel running for governor and i met death (unimpressive) and someone he said was god but i'm skeptical and i want to write a sad sad song and i've got some words but too much work and no time for music plus i'm still sick and needed a new sketchbook and too much to do in my zombielike state and it occurs to me i've had a crappy few months though nothing bad happened directly to me but i wasn't much help and maybe i've been a zombie longer than i know but it beats sleepless nights, or does it?