over

it's been quite sometime since I've used you, just like the disposable life that fills this bag.

I've recognized it, and well since you've been more than kind to my insane(understatement) brain i figured i might as well let you know how my life is...

well i'm not too sure how I am, but life is moving faster than the naked eye can see. Rambo has left the planet. He barked his last breath in my Father's arms. Although I can honestly say, he's in much better place, I wasn't ready to part ways. It took me too long to realize the value animals possess. That they have rights and should be treated as such. It's been about a month since I made a pledge to him and for all fun he's shared with me and all the memories my dog has given me, I will never turn my back on him or my pledge.

RAMBO (RIP) February 18th, 2009.

Badmouth shows are getting a lot more fun as time goes bye. Our pool of friends seems to be growing with each and every show we play and i'm more than thankful to anyone who's granted us the opportunity to even play. There is no shortage of people who openly dislike us, and it takes so much in me to hold my feelings in. I do though, because we all have a mind of our own and just as I don't like every song created they don't have to like mine. We recently played in Andy's (Wilderness) garage after a backyard gig was shut down by the cops. Deadhead, Suedehead, Amongst Wolves, Nightmare Vision, Sunshine and Badmouth & a lot of our friends all packed into his garage. Pool Table dives, sweaty walls, foggy windows, constant movement & a lot of fun.

Procrastination is my main game, and without even trying i've become the champion. erase the definition from the storage in my frontal lobe. I think I really need to reassess my life, or my career choices. I seriously dislike the machine the univ. attempts to make out of me.

Cogwheels and conveyor belts, oil and grease.
money and greed, mass murder and seeds
automated thoughts, heartless machines.

uncertainty has taken me over.