'you pin a dragon to your hats... you're up in the attic with the bats'
i'm stuck on this self-defeating behavior kick. can't make the flesh do what the rational mind knows is best... ohhhh, but the flesh... the flesh is listless, it's tired, it's waiting for its next release...
nothing quite like the newness and the promise though... the possibility, i guess, the anticipation and the flirtation with something, someone... nothing like it to take your mind off the rest of the mess you call your life.
but that's no way to go through life, is it? one frying pan to another. the faces change but the sentiments don't.
i'm kindof an asshole, huh?