Remember when I used to write and had something to say? Um, yeah, not so much lately.
Now don't get me wrong, there is a lot on my mind, but let's just say that what is on my mind is best kept to myself until I can wrap it up into neat little packages, put a fucking big red bow around it, and deliver it to you.
Because if I just emptied my brain at the moment, the shit would definitely hit the fan.
"If you ever enter my mind
Stay there, you'll live..."