shipwrecks dont stop themselves now do they

so to pass the time before another war, ive decided to move onto some personal stomping ground. Ive broken everything that i have ever owned, its inevitable. The future is already in pieces.

I wont keep my hopes held up high, but i cant help it. the smiles are really just keeping me from throwing a brick through every sad story depicted on a stained glass window. Im grinning to keep myself from spitting out the truth as i roll madly around the room. My eyes are spinning right out their sockets, just to keep up with anything chronological, never systematic.

no, this time i want you to mind me, take offense, take the initiative, do whatever.
its all just making me so damn tired.

zzz