Every morning the sun rises from behind the hills, and, glowing with warmth and life, lies to my face. A new day has begun, but within this day lives the same cynicism, the same egoism, and the same dim remorse…
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The Empty Promise of a Brand New Day, Back Story Pt.1
Tagged with: Benji, Camile, Charlie Murphy, Debora Fanning, Drugs, Hell Is For Childrem, Jail, Old Folks Home, PARANOIA, Sugarbear, Taco Night, The Wall, Violence
Posted in Drugs, Minimum Security, Misadventure, Work
Posted in Drugs, Minimum Security, Misadventure, Work
Taco Night
It’s getting to the point that I really can’t tell anymore if I am changing, or if I am beginning to see the world for what it really is: a big steaming pile. Of shit. Hobo shit. When did I…
Hell Is For Children 