“My inarticulate store bought hangover hobby kit
In talks, it says, ‘You, oh, you are so cool.’“

3am…again

Meaningless banter.  This right here has inspired me to run bars through my face yet again.  Why?  Hell if I know.  However, tomorrow, armed with a bottle of vodka, nicotine and balls (not a bottle of balls, just mine) I intend on using a rather large needle and poking holes in myself.  Its my attempt at the cure of the itch I’ve been getting, it has after all…been a year and a half.  Pictures to come.

Enjoy the songs and your confusion in the mean time.