Kicking your crosses down.

I don't even know what to do, think, or say anymore. Shit gets good, then shit gets real. I deal with it. Whatever. All I've done since my last blog post is write, fuck shit up, get high as shit, and make sure(to the point of heavy worrying) that all my future plans are going to work out. Sorry for the shitty post.

Protest songs in response to military aggression

I'm literally bursting at the seams with this secret. Yet I know the second I let it out, I'll regret it because then I'll have to deal with the whole 'OMG EVERYONE LOVES KEN ALL OF A SUDDEN JUST BECAUSE KEN IS DOING THIS BUT WE'LL TOTALLY FORGET ABOUT HIM RIGHT AFTER IT HAPPENS AND BLOWS OVER' thing. So instead, I've been planting little seeds here and there and everywhere. I'm almost surprised not one person has caught on. Keyword:almost. SO. EXCITED.