Capital Schmappital...

I hate today's hairdo's...

The Great Dying...

Carried by death...
Coddled, grown... born...
Buried, or not. I care not either way. Whatever you care to do with my body, do what you will. I lived in torment, I will die just the same. Unless...
I overcome, and bash the brains of the zombie zeds...
I could live in this kind of apocalypse if I had no child. I'd sacrifice myself for her. Otherwise...
I'd eat the fuck out of anyone who crossed my path, if hungry enough.
Sure, I've morals enough for the lot of you, but I'd survive, and not even care. I've eaten enough of you in mein own time alone. Metaphorically speaking.
So.......................................
I've lost my house, my mind, my pride. What is left?
To rebuild?
I'd love to, but I've lost faith in everything. Life has no flavor and all that blah blah blah. I'm tired of saying all this. Do I begin anew?
Boy, would I.
Bi Polarism is a bitch. I throw caution to the wind sometimes and just say fuck it. I want to love, yet I can't, but I have and will again... maybe. I feel like there is no flavor. There is no flavor. I want things that are already gone...
My road is paved, even travelled before upon. But it has never been conquered.
I want to conquer, but I tire of the control game. I just want to be left alone.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
Be happy to be with me, even fawn all over me and shower me with kisses. Do not berate me, do not put me back in what I grew up to come out of. I will soon be divorced, which is fine.
I only have to think of how to dig out of this hole that love/youth/idiocy puts you into.
You can be the sweetest/loving/ awesomest dood you can be...
And still take a bite of that shit sammich.
Mmmmmmmmm...
Is this what it feels like?
Are these all my posts in the future going to be? I hope not.
I want all of you to be happy, as I wish upon myself. Show me the way, show me the way. I'm a lost little boah...