It’s been a hell of a year, but I’m mentally prepared
To do a dance around the next couple medical scares
I’m Fred Astaire with the metal wearing quickly off my tap shoes
So I step quietly, the way that cat’s move
But I’m bear-like. My head trapped in dear lights
You can call me John, I’m writing letters to the dark side of the moon tonight
My lovely Jane, you went away but the pain stayed
So I’m sending you a package to the address where you traded names
I made no claims on the identity theft
I’m more concerned about the home with no amenities left
And it’s already a mess. The dust piles like your junk mail
So I eat away depression and crush the scale
You find yourself on the opposite side of the spectrum
Emaciated on a strict diet of bed crumbs
Me? I choose to wallow and I’ll just swim in my fat
You…refuse to swallow so I see ribs from the back
This isn’t an attack, it’s an admission of guilt
I’m living in the past, kissing your ass, sipping your milk
But it’s all bone and curdle. I saw stones in a circle
Stood in the middle. Told myself riddles in a robe that’s purple
The murder weapon was an icicle
Is that the reason why I’m standing in this puddle with my eyes so full?
I fight feelings like a war on drugs
I’m a chemist with a test tube addiction born through coffee mugs
Our baby now is all growed up
Your car is still dead in my driveway while I wait for the tow truck
And you know what? I know I drove you away
I still don’t think it was wrong so I don’t know what to say
It’s been a tough year. You say that life ain’t fair
Well, guess what, baby…life ain’t. Thems the breaks
You say that life ain’t worth it. But it is. You gotta work it
Nobody’s life is perfect

Yeah, you’ve been dealt a bad hand. Placed against a stacked deck
Been through all the cat scans and bad checks
But I slashed your debt. Not your wrists
And I couldn’t help with anything else that became cancerous
Halfway people with a full baby to bury
Took a flame to the papier-mache sanctuary
When the smoke clears…try not to stare into the light
But, also, don’t stay in the dark as if that’s what life is like
It’s just a series of unfortunate events
But the messages we get are more important than death
What’s the rush?
I’ve got a shortness of breath
What’s the rush?
Running from you…running from me
It’s the rush. The crush. The lust. The love-trust
So what’s the trouble? The busted bubble? The unjust?
That’s just the way the cookie crumbles. It does suck
But suck it up. We’re all looking, but nothing’s enough
We used each other as a crutch. The clutch. The shift switches
You couldn’t just adjust. You combusted and ripped pictures
This is why I’m not considered a saint?
Well, guess what?……I ain’t

It’s been a hell of a year
You said that I ain’t there, I ain’t care, and life ain’t fair
It’s been a hell of a trip
You say my mind’s unfit, I’ve been flip, and I ain’t shit
It’s been a hell of a life
You say that I ain’t like the way I write and that ain’t right
It’s been a hell of an attempt
You say that I ain’t meant for promises unkept
Well, guess what, darlin..
I’m a keep keep callin
Guess what, darlin..
I’m a keep keep callin

promised myself
that i would try
for months i said
tomorrow,
or even next time
but maybe today.
so i decided i would

AMC’s fantastic mini-series Walking Dead returns October 16th. Its a fantastic adaptation of the critically acclaimed graphic novel. That’s it. Zombies. Graphic novel. Hell – if you added bacon this could be the holy trinity of awesomeness. This is the first attempt. Hell, I’m not even sure I’ve got my silly-bul count correct.

There are no other words I can add. This is just… incredible. Sometimes, the things you need to hear come from the most unexpected corners of your life.

Samoa Joe is one of my favorite professional wrestlers today. Self-made. From the independents to ROH to now TNA. He doesn’t fit the mold and quite frankly – I don’t think he cares. And I love that. I’m going to try and not go off on a long wrestling-related diatribe about how he’s being used now. But this tweet from Joe came across my twitter timeline and … damn.

Just about the MOST PRECIOUS THING YOU’VE EVER SEEN. YOU ARE WELCOME! WHY AM I SHOUTING?

feeling like i’ll never understand this
all the things i hate about myself
the mistakes i made, i never planned this
everytime i’m good, there’s something else

realize i’m always overthinking
never learned just how to let things be
search inside myself to find the answers
i am not the man i want to be.

look inside of me, tell me what you see
pick it apart tell me what you see
just don’t you give up on me
and i don’t feel the same in my own skin
and i’m fed up with battles i can’t win.

constantly in fear of isolation
is someone after me? i just can’t tell
never felt like leaving myself open
living life, depending on myself.

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