The Untitled

I finally got my 12'' King Leonidas. What's fuckin' cool about it is that it can fuckin' talk! Yesterday was fun, much fun actually.

Wonder why people always have to complain about things instead of handling it themselves when it's their own problem. Does tellin' someone else of supposedly higher authority make it less of your problem? Does it make the problem go away? Does screamin' at the top of your voice get you the intended reaction you supposed, and when it gets out of hand, just like everytime? What happend after that?

It doesn't matter if it went in one ear and out the other, it matters. It matters a lot. All is fair in love and war. One's been around for so long and one's just only arrived and he's got so much more to learn. What you're lookin' for could be what is already in the first. Lots have been learnt from the exs and barriers have been brought up. Breakin' them down will be hard and startin' from scratch is always a bitch. Re-keyin' all the same data but just into a different drive. It's nice to relive the old but it also hurts a lot. Thinkin' about the past is what is done most of the time. About how the past could have and may have. I'm afraid that it might all happen all over again and I'll just be at square one all over again.