My wisdom teeth are growing. Ima be wiser.

Violent Vomitations of the mind. Coming soon.

For now : damn magic 8 balls and their smartass-ed-ness. This is why I trust old gypsy ladies with my hands and my future.

looking for the means to a great end.

the dead can't remain dead, they always come back for more.

no matter how much i want to forget, something inside won't let it be.

minute by hour by day, time ticking away

and all that i want to say can't get off my chest.

anything to forget everything, but so far nothing comes to mind.

...oh crap, i made another mess. guess its clean up time.