Slick sweat, and i can't see her face.

All chances of newfound joy have been outgrown or exhausted, strip mined from the crust to the mantle to the core to the neutrinos to the quarks to the fucking soul of the particle. So fuck off for the foreseeable future, i will be busy busy busy slashing at the fixtures.

I'm drunk on a monday, pizza is coming and so is a nap. Then work on a big ass assignment and then maybe failure, no matter how hard i try. HA HA!

regards,

-defeated blogger.