nonsense nonsense

approximately 2 gazillion words in the dick-tionary and not a single one can describe how much I crave to be anywhere but here. think of it this way, a little paper mache doll spinning in circles on the tip of its pointy little paper leg, dreaming of the day it would come alive. stop spinning. the world might stop spinning at any moment but who are we to keep it running? (mother nature is tired fuckers). but we cant help but wish there was something else we could do. to keep it spinning, to keep us spinning. on our little paper legs. 

this morning I woke up and ran my callused beaten fingers up and down the edge of the doorway in which I last waved goodbye to someone who actually gave a shit about me, sometimes I wonder how different things could've been if I had a cat instead of a dog. I'm a sick dog. I'm sick, dawg!