September 5, 2001
Passion set out to die

Do you know what’s disappointing? I’ve been bitching and singing about the same shit for over one thousand days. There’s the fucking lesson! Stop talking and bitching about radio! If I’m being an ass, then the only image I have is a class act ass. They don’t get it, and never will… so why try? Will someone please help me? My life is like listening to an old song—the same lyrics, the same chorus, and maybe a different background vocalist. Ink stained fingertips, a fog in the depths of the forest… how much more can this body take? Is there anyone who can lead me to an open hand? Wait! I found someone! Me! Not one person gets it… so sad the dream… so gone the desire.