Fat again!But,Who am I to blame anyone else besides the man ordering a slice too many?Oh,How I'd love to scorn everyone who's hurt me.Any one igniting the kind of anger convincing me to be beligerant.Nonetheless,What good does that do for anyone?Isn't that just a burst of energy imploding all that's good within a core that... Continue Reading →
How Many Plates Are Too Many? – Day 13, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Feels like it will never end, the suffering. The internal carnage between who I really want to be versus what others envision me as. A disease seeping out of my pours, transforming into new fixations I never thought would cripple me on most nights. It's not the weed, nor the booze. Now? It's a plate... Continue Reading →