real philosophers drink wine

i need a beer. wait for me.........seriously though; lost love, bar fornication (via transexual karoake), and constant thoughts of suicide, can wear a man down. i've always been different in a way, never one of those pretty boys. wish i was: smooth facial features, naive gleam in the eye, six-pack, travelled the globe in hi-res meaningless snapshot caveats. that's not me. that's not most people really. they want to think that. yeah, i had a really good time when blank&blank (we're all lost souls) went and prayed together in some ancient, decayed temple, or ate the local food of some sleepy European mountain town. that really brought us closer together. purcashe a souivier of a dying existence held up in victory, but only for a moment. remember: no matter what stone you turn, or corner of this world you lay your naked feet upon, or love you think you hold closest to your breast: it's all a sad folly, sadder than the weepest grecian tradegy. or maybe i don't know. perhaps i'm wrong and need another beer.