I've got another question

another confession

what is this

that you think

I can do?

I've got another observation

no hesitation

what is this that

you always 

make me do

believe

i'm done

it's hopeless

yet so fun

to you

it seems

that nothing i can do

just in your dreams

and i

forget

that you're inside my head

and i won't live

to much

longer

(to much longer)

I've made a big decision

and with this ill break you

down

ill

make you

take you

break you

hate you

let you feel what

its like

down

on the ground

through my eyes youll see

what its like

to be me

inside

and out

you will cry in agony,

i swear

you wont

and not a single soul

will save you now.

(save...you...now..)

believe

i'm done

it's hopeless

yet so fun

to you

it seems

that nothing i can do

just in your dreams

and i

forget

that you're inside my head

and i won't live

to much

longer

I guess it's ok if you tell me not to say.

I guess it's ok if you turn and walk away.

And I know it's hard.

I know it's bad, but in the end, you'll make your way back home.

It's early.

My wrist hurts horribly.

Getting a tattoo on your wrist, then rolling around in your sleep banging it on things, kills in the morning.

I feel as if my arm was partially severed with a hacksaw. 

I just put lotion on it, and the cooling effect, is amazing.

I have to ship out a bunch of things today.

Hopefully it won't be too much.

I'm making some money off selling items.

To.

Well.

Nigeria?

HAH

Anticipation for Hallucination

I'm up early today, mostly because I'm getting ready to go out.

Not anytime soon, more around noon.

Either way I'm going to my tattoo artists friends house, and we're going to sit down and draw up a tattoo for myself.

I'm getting one on each wrist, and stil debating the knuckles.

If not my knuckles, my right inner forearm, because I already have something on my left.

Just to even things out, you know?

Today I'm writing in my blogspot, because on Livejournal, I have stalkers.

Yes, stalkers.

It's creepy.

Although I did post something there last night, which you should all go read by clicking here.

First off, I know for sure I'm getting 3 X's on each of my wrist.

The irony behind it all, is whilst talking to my friend, he compared it to the X's on Molson Beer bottles, which you can see here.

The irony comes into play with that fact that....well...they're going to represent

Straightedge-ness. (click the link)

They're going to be outlined in black, with a red center.

On the inside of my wrists.

Damn, it's going to be a weird sensation.

Alas, I want it, I'll deal.

Fortunately, Rob is a good friend of mine, and is going to do them for me, for free.

He's a well known tattoo artist in Charlotte,NC.

But he's on vacation.

Yay for me!

It's not what you know, it's who you know.

During, and after my tattoos, I'll be posting pictures, and etc.

I'll also give you guys a picture of his business card, as he's an excellent artist, and travels by word of mouth.

He comes to you.

Seriously.

Anywhere.

I've been having thoughts lately, and it just recently hit me.

(I'm a late bloomer)

I don't care what people think of me.

I'm going to start loving my own body.

Which will be hard, because I'm one insecure guy.

But I'll try.

Sorry for rambling.

Carry on.

Plural Moose, is mooses,

xxx

Nick