nostalgia's got a chokehold on my tear ducts.

and i am going to feel every last day of this summer wrenched away from me as it passes even though i don't want to think about the inevitable end.

the end is comingthere is time left. use it wisely.

past future

last five entries:
blisters and bruises - 03.18.08
dorsey - 03.13.07
finding peace - 02.02.07
unintentional clean slate - 09.11.06
natural born cyborg - 06.23.06