Anybody ever feel that? That we work and struggle just for a few peaceful moments here and there? Sometimes I feel like I'm dehydrating in this huge hot desert (hell) and I have to fight, scratch and claw my way to the next drinking hole. Of course the point of all that is to finally get out of the desert...but do we? If we get out will we recognize it, or just look for a different form of a watering hole? I guess our lives our made up of watering holes and drinking fountains on that grand journey to the paradise in the sky? I don't want that, I want Margeuritaville, and I want to stay for awhile.

Ok, enough of that shit, I'm obviously way past tired.