The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague.

Oh, the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
Was the same that sent me into your arms
Oh, and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
And no hope, no hope will overcome

And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no"

I wish you'd make up my bed.

I'm watching re-run episodes of Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory right now. Have been for almost three hours. Lindsay is asleep next to me and I would like to establish that I am pretty bored. Now I know how Batman felt before Robin. Although, Batman couldn't have really gotten that bored. Fighting crime and shit.

Rob Dyrdek is out of control. I want to be his friend.

I am feeling nostalgic. Now, most of the time this is a good thing. Right? Right.
Not this time.


Goodnight.

Colly Strings.

Besides, don't release me until it's over
And besides, you can't believe without fear.