Weight

I've never felt heavier than I did today.
Something about everything just made me feel violent in a friendly sort of way,
Aggressive in a passive sense of the word.
I guess I'm realizing that the only home I have is in the endlessly shifting blend of faces and places I come across,
The times that come and go,
And all I seem to do is shift my weight from right to left.
I feel like I just want to be the gutter today,
To fuck the filth with furious tediousness.
I don't even know.
I sorta just wanna puke.
Maybe it's the fact that another year has passed and I'm still passing my time on a dead-end street.
Well, as a more malicious voice than I once put it:
I wanna rip through all the faces of the fools I see,
Leave an epitaph that no one will read.
Seriously, I can count on one hand the number of people who can deal with me for long enough to even give two fucks about anything I have to say,
And that's my fault and I accept it.
I don't even know where I'm going with this anymore.
Twenty-fuckin'-one.
That's where I'm going.
Maybe I'm going to a far and distant land of coolness,
Or maybe you're right and we're all just going to hell.
I guess that's ok with me.
I'd rather be snuffed from existence eventually that piss away the thoughts that creep through my skull on a regular basis.
My favorite part of these posts are getting to see the days I feel good and the days I feel like shit.
File this under shit.
Valley, you got me at a low.
You're weighing me down with gas prices,
Tumbleweeds,
Joshua trees and cul-de-sacs.
It's a gridlocked desert nightmare,
So Jesus Christ, dudes,
Let's wake the fuck up sweating and shaking,
But let's do it somewhere the fuck else.