if columbus was wrong i'd drive straight off the edge.

today i reached a dreaded certainty. everything in my life is finally alligned. things are swell. yet - there is still this twisted knot, eating, rotting and corroding my insides full of anxiety, sadness and torment. it's so obvious. but do i have the courage to admit it?

i've got a big fat fucking bone to pick, with you my darling.