Three Years in, and three Rockstars, I am not quite as vitriolic. I am foing a paper of sorts and sometimes you just can't get it right. All I kknow are a few facts. 1)I am the postman. 2) You are not the postman 3) J Edgar Hoover dining with Truman Capote - sublime. 4) The room is cold. 5) Robin Hood does not exist.

I'm not crying out to you for help

i have only myself to blame.

pure unadulterated filth. the picture on the far wall is cro-magnon man. you can tel he's from the 60s (70s)

I read a quote on AIM the other day and I really think it fits -

"The mark of a great man is, as bad as things get, he remains sarcastic in the face of it."

That's about where I am right now. Hyped up on stimulants, selling out, crashing, burning, no discretion, four arms, I will beat this house to the ground.

thank you very much. don't pay any attention to that man behind the curtain. I am the great and powerful postman.

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