I've been writing the same song since I've started. I'll never get past myself. I've been stuck in the same mental block since about ten years ago and the only minor change that I've noticed is I'm better at being sarcastic now than I was before. I can't find a proper place to set my notebook. Not that I help the situation by having so many notebooks. The other night I lost half a year in a matter of minutes. I can't remember anything and that feels pretty good. I've been holding onto something that isn't even there and it hasn't been a serious problem since my senior year and I'm much older now but that doesn't mean anything. I've been taking different pills since late last Winter and I haven't found the ones that make me stop my thinking. I'll never write anything thats remotely comparable to "A Crown for Every Refugee" and I've come to terms with that. But hopefully one day I will see Amanda Palmer again. Maybe she will like me and my music and we'll nuevos huevos. Until something interesting happens, I suppose I'll keep on keeping on. Theres some things we have to do so I'll do them but I won't like it. Maybe I'll be more positive. Maybe I'll be more productive. I'll start by doing something impossible like writing the end to this song.

Two tickets on a passage to paradise. Pack no belongings cause they'll just weigh us down. Hard candy: butterscotch and peppermint. Seven vials full of well crafted decadence. Train tracks over bridges and broken inns, the crazy neighbors with their addled perspectives, they'll share their message if I open my mouth and let them kiss me on the tongue. I can't believe I went and did it again. Now I'm sleeping alone in my bed and that's just fine. I told the landlord that I'd pay him but I lied and now I have to leave the country again and I don't mind... Yeah, that's just fine. Boundless swimming through the infinite by no coincidence and all of my accomplices are brilliant and degenerates. A grizzly veteran, a jack of all trades. Thinking back on all that I've made, I cry so selfishly sometimes. I cry because I'm scared and I don't know what to do. It's true, what a fool I am. A primal idiot, a master of none. Looking back on all I have done, I sleep it off. How long can I go on like this? I fake it all. How long before they start to notice? I'm not alone in this. I am not hopeless because the sun reveals 10,000 homeless. These refugees, these freaks born already broken, we all we meet beneath the salty ocean. Boundless swimming through the infinite by no coincidence and all of my accomplices are brilliant and degenerates. Opposites: the elegant and ever-proletariat will mix with their indifference and the endings always obvious. Dropping all your problems on the doorsteps of psychologists is not the proper etiquette the endless isn't permanent. Flowing streams of consciousness, the pleasance in the effervescence. Forget about your loneliness I never thought we'd meet again. (I never thought that I would see you again. The sort of solemn feeling that we'll never remend and on we spin through the infinite. I always thought that this was all just a game. The simplifying thinking left me blinking again and on we spin through the infinite)

Today I trimmed my mustache with fire and I learned something very very valuable while doing so. (What's that?) I learned that if you ever find yourself holding a lighter that close to your face then you need to readjust yourself, my friend because.. Well now, you're not clear and simple enough. How much for the Kawasaki? I've got a couple of bucks to make on a Jet Ski in the middle of the lake. Tonight I'll cut a rug, I'll burn the grass. I'll chug my slug, my worth, the gas, my cash because,.. Well, I've become so invested in making this happy moment last that I will disobey the law andl take this Jet Ski out to pasture and sink this bitch just to get some answers! How much torture can you people take?! On a Jet Ski in the middle of the lake.

Wake up early, put on the coffee. We're gonna have a healthy munchy day. You brought soy milk, I got the rice Chex. We're drinking freshly squeezed orange juice today. You know that we're cooking organic bacon straight from the farmer Hot Denver omelets. Oh, did I mention? Oh, oh healthy muchies. Pita wrapped broccoli no mayonnaise. Healthy munchies, probiotics. Curing my infections with your gluten-free confections. Won't you point me in the direction of healthy munchies night and day. Healthy munchies night and day. Pita wrapped broccoli, no mayonnaise. (healthy munchies night and day) Healthy munchies, edamame. Healthy munchies, plain tamales. Healthy munchies, mmmm. Healthy munchies, won't ya put em in your tummy? Oreo cookies and ice cream and brownies and milkshakes and malt balls and hot fudge and caramel. Oreo sundaes on Sundays and Mondays and Oreo sundaes on Sundays and Mondays. Twinkies on Tuesdays and Marshmallow Wednesdays and Coca-Cola, Mountain Dew, everything, everything! Mayonnaise Healthy munchies night and day... you get it