Homeless village where the bridge goes over Ashland.

Sometimes I complete my routine and sometimes I don't.
Defying what's expected on the tip of your tongue, I don't stray far.
Maybe it's the aftermath of all of the "last night's."

I'm one year closer, two decades in.
I still haven't figured out what I'm supposed to be doing this for.
They say people that lack religion, lack the drive to live well.
I think they just haven't learned to make themselves happy within themselves.

1 in every 11 minutes spent online is on social networking sites.
hold on, I just barfed on my cup and saucer.
Can we learn what real communication is?
As I stared at the reflection in the glass, my eyes quickly shifted to the cup, which remained empty still.
I kept going for it and then remembered what the inside of it looked like.
A white cat eating vanilla ice cream in a snowstorm.