Halloween is dead, people.

This about sums about my friday night, all it needs is the empty sixty of Jager next to me.

It seems all I do is work so I can drink and forget the week I had. I box to get my agression out and leave with lumps on my forhead because I'm not very good yet. This Halloween all I did was have a meagre fireworks fight and stand around.

I'm so frustrated! I need some options to do something, anything! Tommorow is a slow day and I'll sit around waiting for my inevitable work day to come crashing down over top of me and swallow my patience and optimism.

Forced to wake, eat, and sleep in a routine.

Stuck in trances doing something but not really doing anything at all.

Trapped in an illusion that two days can make up for five lost.

Living a life that’s not living, simply biding time and the courage to die.

Hoping, dreaming, wishing, then suddenly pulled back to the reality you dwell in.

Seeing ambitions and hopes fade and rot, the world slowly crushing and squelching them shut.

Living alone, living without Love.

Waking each day with a hangover of misery from the last.

Falling short in preferences, choosing shortcomings.

Seeing the light from the pages of books, only to surface underground.

Never, ever having enough.

Is all there is?

Is this the life you lead?

Buttsweat and Tears is amazing though, folks. Go buy it on Itunes or the vinyl from Fat. Favorite song by far is 'The Redness in the West,' and I'm absolutely stoked for the DVD. Maybe I'll get around to writing an actual review soon.