i’m so amped, even w/o the coke, that i only sleep about three hours and when i eat i usually shit it out right away, especially if the food is natural in any way.

i keep busy, no matter where i am, no matter who’s around. i’m like that dude in a beautiful mind, finding the secret patterns in people magazine.

i can see the frontier and it’s closing down.

silver turnstiles turn into crosses in the shadows.

(on the parkway tonite)

i figure i only have a couple more years before this look of mine goes sour.