There was little more than boredom and a rumor of a war.

And 2 days of the weekend, I just didn’t know what for.

So I searched for deeper meaning, as I nodded off to sleep.

And took it all as gratitude for the lessons were not cheap.

I remember when I used to drink and that raging faceless whore.

The party that was out of reach and the need for just one more.

I took it to the limits of, I nearly lost my mind.

There were bruises and concussions and lost keys I’d never find.

Now I suffer from the Boredom, but the pain it isn’t long.

I still don’t suffer fools too well and can admit when I am wrong.

Daddy has new shoes.

And the cat’s gone missing blues.

Her name is Ned.

I’ve looked in your shed.

Johnny and Amber have been in the news.

They were waltzing in the shadows.

They passed me there by chance.

I was in transition…

They were lovers lost in dance.

I was able to forgive because I understood the madness.

Being trapped like that, unable to love…

It starts with self.

Self love.

Self awareness.

Self forgiveness.

Stop taking self so fu#@ing seriously.

They appeared to be in a sort of Hell despite the fact of their paradise.

Every utterance was complaint. Every breathe seemed inadequate.

It was as if they were suffering because they didn’t know how to love.

The Entitled have left the building and I am burdened with these thoughts.

Times do change and people are strange and often lines connects the dots.

However, lately I am baffled… no rhyme or reason can I see.

I just see selfish narcissists and how entitled that can be.

One by one they are failing or at least they fail large with me.

In my future there’s a cabin and one chair by the sea.

I am happy today for Johnny.

Because Johnny cleared his name.

Amber lied and Amber cried.

And Amber walks the walk of shame…

A great day for men’s rights and drunken pirates everywhere!

A bad day for lying women…

Goliath was a big boy.

A Philistine is what he was.

He got involved in a rock fight.

The way one often does.

There is a moral to the story.

Did Goliath stand to tall?

Or maybe he could have learned to duck?

Or maybe not rock fight at all?

And I think it’s kind of funny.

And I think it’s kind of sad.

That the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.

I find it hard to tell you.

I find it hard to take.

When people run in circles. It’s a very very mad world.

Enlarging your world.

Mad world.

‘The problem is all inside your head.’ she said to me.

“The answer is easy if you take it logically.”

“I’d like to help you in your struggle to be free. “

“There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.”