i’ll be leaving soon
i’ll have gone to find myself

at least this time i know what i am looking for
before it was only knowing that i needed…

…something

it is only after we have lost everything
that we are free to do anything

so i am going to go into the woods with one intention

i am going to kill myself

I am going to die.
i’ve know this for a while

I love this stuff.

how do you help the dead?
do the dead need our help?
more to the point, do the dead need our loose change?

Last night my friend and I went out on a beer run to the local market, and as we’re standing in line, I notice this container on the counter. It was a plastic tub that originally held a nationally known brand of margarine, but now the top had a hole cut in the center and there was a hand-written note on lined paper taped to the side. I will make no claims to be able to reproduce the message word for word, but the main thrust was quite simple, and the note read something like this . . .

{maybe i just need to prove that i’m still crazy}

i wish i could’ve
work was fun tho’ hahaha
man we should hang soon,
and if yer gonna have a myspace
thingy to look at all the band shit
you have to click the little button
that says you want to be my friend,
or else i’ll spread vicious rumors of you
all about the internet