May 5. 2012/Saturday/3:28 P.M. -- THE LOUNGE OF VERBAL VENGENCE

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Date Posted: 16:07:29 06/24/12 Sun
Author: Vice Verser
Subject: May 5. 2012/Saturday/3:28 P.M.

I was reading a poem that made me think about all the hurtful things I've done and all the negative things I do. I guess when people assess their own actions they tend to feel like, "I've done some pretty bad things but I'm pretty sure there's someone out there that's done worse".

I think about religion and the Bible sometimes. It's crazy to think that all this stuff that's going on and all the tragedy in the World goes on because Adam and Eve disobeyed. I remember being in jail for shoplifting one time and just staring at the walls thinking, "Damn, I guess that's how this World works, you break the law, get caught and you get to be locked up in this cage".

I need to look for a job soon. Soon as in as soon as possible. Hopefully I get my car from the shop soon. Soon as in Monday morning. Been enjoying Tiffany's book of poems. I don't know why I enjoy writing more than reading. I always wish I was well-read but I don't want to do what
has to be done to get there.
I feel like stopping by Mark's place and asking for a cigarette 'cause he bought a carton the other day and he said he would give me a pack. He smoked like half of the last two packs I bought. Then he gave me a pack and still smoked most of those. If it wasn't so hot I would drink some liquor.

I would rather wait 'til it cools up a bit. It's so hot I won't even get to enjoy my buzz. Hoping Lee gets back soon so I can head out to the store and pick up a pack of Newports. I'll try to write some poetry but I doubt any of that'll come out good.
I'm feeling like I don't want to write anymore again. I'll probably feel differently about it if I read something or hear a song that inspires me.

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