Bhagwan @ Large

So…

I’ve been avoiding this post for some time.

My Lady friend broke up with me.

She did so in a fashion I find most objectionable, and not in good taste.

C’est la vie.

She refuses to talk about the issue, and this pisses me off. I cannot find “closure” until she acknowledges she done me wrong.

Oh, well, what a problem.

At this point, I’d rather she yell at me than ignore me. But I have some things to say as well.

I hurt.

“I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hold
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way.”

Oops, I did it again….

When you tell, “The Story”, and everyone is drunk, and one person, who has heard the story before, upchucks some beer when prompted.

Not so affirming.

But Julz is indeed, a Buffalo.

Don’t let anybody tell you different.

I have Pictures, I can prove it.

On a related note. Winter beer can indeed mess you up.

Count on it.

~/o Step away, from it all, like a blind man ~/o