just what i said

my hands hurt from hitting things, yet i still feel a fire. my torso is covered with words, and i'm still choking on them. i'm looking at the big picture, and in turn forgetting to do little things like pay the bills and get a job. or maybe i'm looking at no picture at all. i feel very close to something, but i'm not sure what it is. time to sleep for five hours and then SAY GOODBYE TO J-BOY & J-WARY. or say SEE YOU LATER. because distance is an illusion, and god is a shitty magician. or something. thank you ellen.