The Chills

so, home, hammered and emerald-ed...

they say that sticks and stones can break my bones.... clickety clack!

i was about to be a godfather. the feeling was comforting and then fleeting and then gone.

ambiguity.


sunday is gonna be a day of wreckoning. as fun as it seems i miss me ill lady. i show her off as much as i can. she is changing my views. she beats my drum down in Mexico, Tijuana's here we go....

Jesse's cabilty is vital. I hate being forced into social contexts that are absolutely meaningless. I'm sorry.