Been listening to a lot of Murder City Devils the past week.
They're playing in Philadelphia soon and I think I'm going.
I just keep distracting myself from things.
I think of haiku's in the shower.
Keep coughing this up,
It has to get out somehow,
Phlegm is disgusting.
Kwame is so great.
I wish he would hang out more,
But it's ok, man.