To Be

Alone.
Thats something I'm wanting right now.
Just fill a backpack and ride away on my bike.
I don't know where I'll sleep or what I'll eat.
I feel like this a lot.
Like I need to do this someday.
Maybe more than once.
I hate being tame.
Is this a coming of man instinct I have?
No freinds.
No phones.
No lovers.
No computers.
No parents.
No teachers.
No one, but me.
It would be nice to go somewhere where I can't name one person.
I'd leave a note, so they wont worry for my death so much.
I don't care where and I have no reason why.
I just want solitude for a minute.
A month.
A year.
Why?
Is it so I can know what its like to really be loved and known?
I doubt it.
Is it to cherish what I have and own?
Most likely not.
Sometimes I just want to be alone.
Not in my room.
Not in my town.
And maybe not this state.
Maybe I'm trying to find God or maybe just myself.
But this is what I want.
Just to leave.
Maybe for just and hour.
Or a year.
I don't care.
I just need it.

A Poem A Song A Story

A cup of sacred blood
Washed down with a bottle of cheer
She's just hiding
From nights of wasted time
You can't leave because of the fear
There's no talking
At least not here
God cut her in half like he did with Jerusalem
A song from the heart
She believed it from the start
She's just claiming
The strife in her mind
She believes nows the right time
Cause shes been lying
God cut her in half life he did with Jersusalem
No
God cut me in half like he did with Jerusalem

'Bout time

Matt Label is a new kind of genius. The kind that thinks something is so funny before he can even get it down on paper. That is what happened when Matt decided to draw me. From the top of my bike hat to the tip of my scooter. I actually rode one this past weekend, but thats besides the point. I love the "Cowa bunga" reference. Last week consisted of us repeating "10 years ago" in a horrible Matster Splinter voice. The amount of lawn like leg hair is in great detail and sub-humanly correct. Yes, the Sub-Humans. The Volume 33 is a mystery to me, unless there are 32 other drawings of me floating around. Which would be creepy, but awesome. My "Vegan 4L" tattoo doesn't actually exist, however I am now debating on geting it when Matt drew it. I can't get over the "Jay Leno Chin." Its far too great and I should have one in reality. I've never warn a fanny pack, but I see that they are in fashion. I should get one to be cool. I thought my left left was broke to the side, but apparently I am "getting air" and kicking my legs out? All without the slightest bit of amusment as we see in my face. I haven't ever been able to draw something so good in my life. that is unless you count the Anhinga I drew for jessica Reddy last year. It was a masterpiece.

Thank you Matt Label. Your drawing it wonderful.
I don't know if I spelt your name right, but shit man I tried.