I stayed up all night
because I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep after all this shit.
It just keeps floating down my river, piling up like a dam.
A fucking septum tank.

Oh but it's cool, I'm the only one that feels this way
but you know, that's cool, whatever.

I can't draw anything good anymore,
then again I don't remember a time when I ever did.

And I was thinking, yanno, no pain, no gain. Right?
Where's the gain, dude?
When's that supposed to arrive?
Geez I hope it's not coming by boat because
the shit's been piling up for a while
it may not make it in time before it spoils like milk and good times.



I was hoping the sunrise would be cheery this morning.
But it's just gray and stupid.
Thanks overcast.