lost my best friend the other day.
i miss him soooooo much i want to die.
all i read now are books written entirely in metaphor.
it brings everything in perspective, and also confuses the hell out of everything i know.
britney spears? in a movie? lord, please kill me.
nice tits, but damn–bout time she went somewhere and just shut up.
so my friend marcus is gone.
i live alone now–i miss his warm greeting.
i miss his tongue, i miss his body next to mine in the middle of the night.
i miss his warm nose touching my face in the early morning.

i miss my pit-bull more than i ever would have imagined.
gave me a break from programming and being serious.
he gave me a life beyond work–he made my life worth it for a change.
i keep hoping i’ll see him run over the door and come to me like he always did.
then drink some piss out of my crumper.
i’m all over the place these days. i can’t concentrate on one thing alone anymore.
my new server is almost done, my next surgery should be coming soon….
i’m bigger and more clean than i have ever been.
nothing like walking down the street in a black bomber and docs—just watching the people shrink away from me.
hooligan is me.
this is kind of new to me, again…..make me feel confortable.
the language i speak never fails me unless that time is now.