days gone & days past Drunken Oblivion never lasts... the permanent sadness will never pass. So I do things between things to do and this time of year i think about you why you went & did what you done... how I always wonder where it is I'm from... I'm as much from here as anywhere, but I can't go home for Thanksgiving. My ears are foreign but my face is not permanently caught between a rock & a HardPlatz.
screaming at low volumes
