Dust off those rusty strings just one more time

man where the hell have I been?

I have been running around like the eternal chicken
with its head cut off, jumping from one obligation to the next

Its weird the faster things get and the more busier they are
the more I kinda get a little high off of it,
you know when everything is clicking at the same time
and you can feel the seconds and minutes in a day switch
just as you expected and you can feel time almost sitting in your hand.

There is also the other side to this as well,
when there are other times were it feels like every second
and millisecond in a day completely has you
at its mercy and you just want everything to stop
and give you a second to breath
where it has you by the balls and
makes you beg with everything you believe in
for an ounce of mercy.

check out this sweet picture of an annual western springs tradition known as "throw-away" day, where high-end rich white people throw away their "junk". (aka yr. old vcr's, non-plasma TV's, computer drives, beds, dressers, cabinets, you name it, its there) what a glorious day indeed for the scavenger

they've got a nice little traffic jam going here