Wired and I’m tired
Think I’ll sleep in my clothes on the floor
Maybe this mattress will spin on its axis and find me on yours

and i wanna fill my room with many many more guitars

Days like these keep those loose screws in place.

I’m deeply grateful to my friends. For being as constant as the sunrise when the skies turn dark on us. It’s like a ever-present voice in the head that reminds us of this beautiful world, and how work that has to be done(24/7, 5 days a week in the military) is all but merely the work that has to be done – how it should NEVER EVER get in the way of us living an exciting life, as an exciting young man.

This past week in camp, I found a well of untapped emotion and energy – Anger. I don’t know clearly though, how much anger had i have bore for everything, but i survive another gruelling week of army feeding on my anger for many things. Everything. Every time i need to pull my bedsheets, sweep the floor, stand at attention, greet a superior, polish my boots – all in the name of FEAR. Fear is the ultimate force that perpetuates all ranks and all personnel within the army. Fear leads to cowardice. Cowardice leads to a system that is run by incessant penalties. And incessant imposition of penalties simply grows back into the unbeatable monster we call Fear. And i’m angry, because i don’t understand why people (with the authority vested with them) willingly subject themselves to illogical, inefficient and outdated methods of command and control.