Room 2129... or... I Spent The Night In The Skyline (A Panoramic View Of The Enemy)

Somehow Halloween and Valentines Day have juxtaposed themselves in my memory. They've swapped emotions.

Sometimes I wonder why we do this. We're all just plastering our secrets across billboards on this month's trendiest interstate. And we're all just praying for time to pass without any assistance or convincing.

Ma-Nah Ma-Nah and a mouthful of pizza. Flipping through the channels.... the only thing newsworthy that tops perfection is tragedy. And tragedy doesn't come in threes anymore. It comes in weeks. Put those lips to work and start counting all seven days at a time. The irony is the better part of my honesty. If there is nothing here, you can rest assured that it's probably mine.

I'm so much more alive when the sun is out of sight and my lips are chapped from my favorite poison. Afternoons are like paper-weights with a heartbeat... and the way they hold me down is like paper cuts in between the fingers of hope.