Atlanta. 22.
Garret
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It’s times like these my mind acts out like some spoiled child throwing a tantrum in a grocery store due to the fact that his mother won’t let him pick his own type of a cereal. Snatching, and grabbing ferociously while they scream deafening frequencies from rage, and anger. Not knowing why, but knowing they won’t stop till they get what they want, and giving those surrounding shoppers a sight, a sound, and plenty of thoughts they can’t bare. My mind is the child, but I am the shoppers. I create chaos up there while the rest of me stands idly by watching, wondering, and judging, but not daring to say anything. I keep watching, or I keep walking, although my mind continues it’s never ending tantrum, or battle with the mother, in which case are the thoughts, problems, stress, or whatever I hold up there as a figment controlling me, embarrassing me, challenging me, weighing me down, yet taking care of me, and making sure I am sustained, but not giving me what I try to value or want.

I’m getting what is given from them, but I have to open up to understand  not always having what I want can guide me to what I need, or do.

I got boulders on my shoulders
Collar bones begin to crack
There is very little left of me and it’s never coming back
There are certain things you ask of me
There are certain things I lack
The beginning, we were winning
Now we’re just making a fact

What’s it matter anymore?
You believe the lies I tell
There’s no meaning to words
But we still sing these songs well
And we all left it alone
I’m sure it will work itself out fine
They are playing with your numbers
And we are running out of time

You’re a killer and I’m your best friend
I think it’s unfair, your situation
You say I’m changing,
Sorry I didn’t know I had to stay the same
Can we talk about this later?
Your voice is driving me insane

I try to write you poems, but the words they don’t make sense
The hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense
I try to show emotion, but my eyes won’t seem to wet
I’d love to tell you stories, but I can’t remember how they went

You’re a flashlight in a dark room or the loneliest black out
You were all we had left after it all was filtered out
I’m turning you on in a dark room right before we both pass out
I’ll turn you on when I need you, but the batteries ran out

You’re a werewolf and I’m a full moon
And all your very worst enemies will be gone soon
I think you’re changing
Don’t worry, you don’t have to stay the same
Can we talk about this later?
Your voice is driving me insane…

She’s alive! This EM1 has had 3 front ends in one year, and was almost totaled twice… Now this is devotion. Mad respect, and thanks to @bytatl  for having my back, and bringing it back to life.

She’s alive! This EM1 has had 3 front ends in one year, and was almost totaled twice… Now this is devotion. Mad respect, and thanks to @bytatl for having my back, and bringing it back to life.

So if I’ll be held up in a bitter sweet haze of limbo for the next few days thanks to the common cold, Daria, and extracts..

So if I’ll be held up in a bitter sweet haze of limbo for the next few days thanks to the common cold, Daria, and extracts..

So I had to repost this because I can’t stop laughing about how perfect this joke came out. @emilysposts

So I had to repost this because I can’t stop laughing about how perfect this joke came out. @emilysposts

Eyes of The Tigers. #glass #glassobjects #atl #atlantaart #eltonjohn

Eyes of The Tigers. #glass #glassobjects #atl #atlantaart #eltonjohn

The time, the technique, the sweat, and the repetitive sounds of “Tiny Dancer”

The time, the technique, the sweat, and the repetitive sounds of “Tiny Dancer”

Yesterday’s home away from home..

Yesterday’s home away from home..

Doing TC with them C-town hitters.. Gettin paid to hang with the fuzz

Doing TC with them C-town hitters.. Gettin paid to hang with the fuzz

Getting ready for the Golden Corral

Getting ready for the Golden Corral

I’m going.. Get at me!

I’m going.. Get at me!

My shitty ass rental.. Domestic garbage.

My shitty ass rental.. Domestic garbage.