These thoughts, they fire uncontrollably in that thick skull of mine.
They ricochet violently and undefined, forming a think web of vile, repulsive, disgusting and repugnant adventures in my head.
My mind it wonders, it travels. Wanderlust? Or is it just lust? An insatiable thirst. An incurable curse.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. The courage to change things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
But wait. I don't believe in God do I? Jaycee, you are fucked. There is no salvation in sight, no greater calling, no altruistic shenanigans.
Man up. Think straight. Drink coffee. Soldier on. Plough. Sow. Reap.
Push start.