| Bus Terminal It seems I spend atleast half my time sitting on these hard steel benches, Waiting for buses to take me away. I think its time to find a place to live. A place to rest. Stop bouncing city to city in an endless spiral of disgust and intoxication. Bus Station Once again At the Hamilton bus station. Another one way ticket to no where. Those fuckiing birds put a damper on my sedated day. Thought I would wake-up to a blank memory and an empty future. The sun has melted last nights snow storm and has put a gleam of hope in everyones eyes. HSR Station At the bus station again. This seems like an everyday thing now. Waiting on this hard steel bench. Writing nonsense in these black "sketch" books I value so much. My mind is as calm as a picnic in a beautiful spring meadow. Its only that way because I have been downing Central Nervous System Depressents (Tranqs) like its the end of the world. Wanting to get out some way, some how. Always picking the worst way (the easiest way). Want to fall asleep right here. Though, I'm afraid that the mugging problem in this city will come my way. Of course it would....thats my luck. The birds under the joyces of this enormus bus shelter are driving me into 19th cenutry british lunatic. Wanting to take a semi-automatic MP5 Navy sub-machine gun and pick them off like that old sega game "Duck Hunt". I could dig that. Though I would miss and probably blow my own knee cap off. "Holy fuck!!! What am I talking about...snap out of it.". Its been raining for the past five days Travelling time - 1.10 hrs Another trip to remember Another Memory Lost Today Today I smile Today I am Today Choose the pathe of complete ignorance you fucking goats Pass me by To late to sat hi Goodnight I just woke up Time for you to lay down Untitled I can't write anymore. She was such a whore. The kind of women you see on the streets. Trades anything for dope. Took her in, Fed her drugs, Tasted her love. Began to live her addiction. Wanted to throw her out of my door. This was the whore. The whore that did not care. The whore that ruined peoples lives. The whore that could not look in my eyes. This was the whore that made me cry. |
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