...and the rest of what's left

when good things don't mean anything lately because...

i was stubborn.

now it feels like winter again. i need to open my mouth and catch some wisdom from falling snow. and hope that the birds are not thinking of doing what i think they will. there's too much bird sh*t in me lately that the thought of dropping a few more will hurt.

prick me little birds, i'd rather bleed.

this is marc's version of the truth, sometime at 7:29 PM if you can't live with it, he can.