i'm on my second juice box, waiting to go back to work...oh dat fooken sux...split shifts just kill me fooken day...

some times people are hurt so good, so deep, uh, hurt so much, so long, such righteous, almighty hurt...yeh some times people are hurt that much...so much it makes them touch the stars...to float up passed the heavens and into the void of space...they float and blow in the cosmic winds, looking around at it all with stars in their eyes...they become the dream...completely moved...they are the stars...

some times they get hurt so much, they can't hurt any more...becoming witness to their pain...nothing more...just a slightly curious witness...not even really wondering why...

i can fall within myself or fall without myself...reaching for me is like reaching for a memory...

i love colors...and everything that tastes orange...

then jordin sparks sings through our speakers..."why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield?"...

and we love and fight and fuck and and dance and flirt and wander and talk and jump and lie and care and fear and everything we do...these bumping, stumbling people...there's a joke in here somewhere...ha...

what do i do if all my dreams come true?...sounds so boring...

i'll rest in my golden throne...an old fat cat king...making all my decisions at the flip of a coin...ah, who am i kidding...i'm a nomad wandering the night and i love it...

love slips through my fingers...feels so smooth as it goes...she'll probably read this...maybe...

you may read this and think i'm hurting...that i want something...then you don't get it at all...

i'm just feeling...and i'm feeling good...