drunken babbles///

72, 36, 1/2 of the universe... i wanna hold the hand inside you... what's there left to take... vultures to the grave.. to the kill....

blah... i know, i'm just babbling right now..... In any case.. World of Warcraft (WoW)... I'm mutha fuckin' level 60... all mobs bow down... like Rae Kwan.... yeah... bone thugs represent...

Anyways... we laying chill... had a good valentine's day... welcomed by my new pimp ass.. red caped spawn toy... watches over every letter I type... don't know much of what to talk about... so i'll just sing, just like i think no one is listening..

life is meaningful, and so far deep like fathom of a god.... it's good.. it's cool... i feel alive... nothing means a thing to me... so do what you want... and it makes me wonder, why am i so caught off guard when we kiss...

if you can't tell, i'm hush with the finger... where i lay, mcewans ale, mgd, tetleys... poison to the mind, i can't think of another reason... i'm wondering why i'm so caught off guard... when we kiss... as you can tell i don't have much to say, but the fathom of my illict static that makes no sense...

obviously you can see.. this has no point.. just show me where the tinker toy points... and i'll follow...