alone with myself, I find the life can, to short, lots of ham.

I'm beginning to think, that it's all a mistake, these three posts I've made. all that will remain, excuse please this rambling, It must be quite inane. To hear some old fool, rambling his heart out, thinking of times past, of thinks yet to have. It does my heart good, in short, well fuck yeah. I think they return, but not yet I'm sure, the doors they will open, and close at their whims, and everyone rushing, off, to their own ends. I sit here and wonder, why am I compelled, to spill out my thoughts, my mind, my hearld. I sit and I think, I smoke and I stare, yet all along, I feel...well...dunno. I just had a mad interruption of flow. I really feel sorry for people who live, in others expectations, their thoughts, and their mives. okay now, making up words which I know naught, I better stop now, see ya'll later, gonna smoke a jay, and make out with an angel. It's a wonderful life, I'd hate to leave it, but that is my fate, and with that, I'll leave ya...