this weekend i find out how much of a life i still have.
as is quantifiable by amount of boxes i can fill.
life is stupid.
you can one minute know exactly where joy comes from.
and turn around to find only spite and ash spewing forth from the same location.
fuck a truck.
Added March 22, 2016
Mars Volta permeated every facet of my life for a brief period of time between 2014 and 2015.
As an aside, boxing up your things for any reason is immeasurably sad. If for no other reason than you see how much space you fill with stuff. And yourself.
skylerbartels 
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