Ahem

[Axanderdeath]

Along the streets that are covered with snow I walk and try to make the face of a man deep in
thought, but this is what I am thinking about the whole time. “what should I think about. I
guess I am the kind of person who only half gets it. Like they say there are thinkers and then
there are readers.”

I see a bum sitting on the side of the street with a sing and I know that the only thing he cares
about is getting that two dallars so he can afford that bottle so I give it to him. I have no place
to stay but I have money. Share the wealth.

I think Tom Waits is a genius.

I think I have something coming to me. I think I am going to be great. I pass some one else,
and she smiles, I scowl. There is no way in hell “she” gets me.

I lost a brain cell or to. Just out of my mind. I can never go home. I am lost in this place of
complete over initializing. The place where you know nothing is ever true or good...