I'm cold, tired and thinking about death again. My latest and oldest obsession. I still have this stack of magazines to go thru & make me some home made-raven's famous ice tea. -I will comb myself into chains. Heath, I am thinking about you. I'm so sorry -to a fellow sleeping pill popper. :(
It will be alright...
"I promise you he will awake somewhere tomorrow".
-I'm just passing you by girl on my way, on my way.
And boy the rain was sharp like today.
But hey perfectly sane ;o)