Caring is Creepy

i took my shower in complete darkness this morning; it was quite nice.

now, a word for the wise: if you don't get home until 1 o'clock in the morning and you're tired as hell, don't work out for another hour.

another note: when you're still tired because you only got 5 hours of sleep the night before, don't work out when you get out of the shower.

i don't think my muscles have hurt this much in a while...

sweet.

Caring is Creepy

i think i'll go home and mull this over
before i cram it down my throat
at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass
has broken up into bits in my moat.

lift the mattress off the floor
walk the cramps off
go meander in the cold
hail to your dark skin
hiding the fact you're dead
again undeneath the power lines seeking shade
far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

it's a luscious mix of words and tricks
that let us bet when you know we should fold
on rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
and the whole mess of roads we're now on.

hold your glass up, hold it in
never betray the way you've always known it is.
one day i'll be wondering how
i got so old just wondering how
i never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

this is way beyond my remote concern of being condescending

all these squawking birds won't quit. building nothing, laying bricks.
-The Shins