Sometimes I wonder just what the fuck I am thinking....
We're going down, down, in an earlier round
and Sugar we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
a loaded God complex, cock it and pull it...
nothing good ever comes of me leaving the province, except coming home again...
again... wtf am I thinking?
cold feet I guess...
Me in a nutshell, the Reader's Digest abridged edition, the forty-something ramblings of a mind that is becoming increasingly academically impaired... aging punk rocker that has defied the odds and has managed to make it this far. Hopeless romantic who says what is on his mind, heart of a poet, soul of a warrior, and mind of a revolutionary... all of this is me...
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