April 18, 2004
If I held my breath my head would explode. The reason for everything is nothing. Om Mani Padme Hum. Something has to help. I need to release my mind but am stuck clinging to emptiness. The clam of my palms won't wipe off. My voice is gone in certain ranges due to excessive smoke and bullshit. I lie, for I must. It's all a roundabout way to convince others of the truth. Rings in the ears. What the hell day is it? Soberday. I remember nothing. The film is out in my photographic memory. I broke the law five times.