Lo siento

I don't know what my posts are about ... I stay up later than I should and write four to five sentences without processing and then go to bed. 

There shouldn't be any need for worry.  It's just a shitty kind of outlet.  Listen to a bunch of music and write weird incoherent thoughts. 

Like tonight, I can't stop listening to Johnny Cash's cover of Hurt. 

I'll spare the mumbling anecdotes (not really anecdotes but whatever) tonight.  

He wasn't scared.  His empire of dust.

G'night.