why do i seem to always have work on beautiful sunny days?

i've discovered the black keys for the second time and cant believe i've stopped listening to them in the first place. there is a lot going on this month in my life which is weird cause nothing interesting ever happens to me. i am also trying to learn how to live outside my head a little bit.

i give up on you.

all i smell is burning hair
& everything is spinning.

All is well.
There are a few things on my list I need to change
but I am working on it.

The parasites are excited when you're dead
eyes bulging, entering your head.
and all your thoughts, they rot.
god and satan they gamble when you're dead
beams of light, one sprite, the other's bourbon instead
and all your thoughts, they rot.
it was hot and time was stickin to my skin.
we're all a punchline to a joke that they won't let us in on.
and all your thoughts, they rot