It took me fucking 21 years to make this message so figure it out.

A Forty-Walt bulb exposed the room as time drifted and dragged. I reached into the light like a Buddha and held my breathe. It was eventually exhaled and released. An innocuous nothingness known as air exited my lungs. I am tired.



Mr. Bums Truth #.01

I feel like a prisoner of child support and ex-girlfriend abuse. Moreover, at second glance it’s actually worse. I’ve been imprisoned with the illusion of freedom. Debt and outdated laws have put me in a fatherless position. Government is the problem, and they deserve to know it. How can we live life in the pursuit of happiness with these current systems in place?