Ol Scott bag..

You are there.. I am here.

Wish I was there.

no guts no glory

guts dont grow back like starfish legs or creek beds

like a knife in the belly

they are mourned like lost limbs or broken hearts

and like a wooden leg you never stand as stable again

bon voyage..

i miss you already buttercup..

gayness

toot toot

my ship has come in.

golden state

everyday when i walk to work, this is what i see..

and i still piss n moan..

time ticks...

sometimes...

the colors all blend together

red 

green

black...

and they all turn to grey..

but i still feel blue.