dear magic potion diary,
things around my house are fucked up as ever. truth be known, i don't want to know how to fix any of it anymore because i'm not that person who wants to fix it anymore. secretly, i hope 'it' breaks down along side the road somewhere and i'll just set up a tent and stay a couple of days and take it apart and bury it wherever it happens. then i'll whoop out some of my magic potion and sprinkle around and nobody will ever know i or 'it' was ever there along side that road and i'll be gone- in the wind- to start over again- without it. truth be known about alot of things, i've been working on that secret potion for years. the tent and shovel are in the trunk ready for the day it happens. because things will always prolly be fucked up around my house and it'll break down sooner or later.
things around my house are fucked up as ever. truth be known, i don't want to know how to fix any of it anymore because i'm not that person who wants to fix it anymore. secretly, i hope 'it' breaks down along side the road somewhere and i'll just set up a tent and stay a couple of days and take it apart and bury it wherever it happens. then i'll whoop out some of my magic potion and sprinkle around and nobody will ever know i or 'it' was ever there along side that road and i'll be gone- in the wind- to start over again- without it. truth be known about alot of things, i've been working on that secret potion for years. the tent and shovel are in the trunk ready for the day it happens. because things will always prolly be fucked up around my house and it'll break down sooner or later.
