on the eighth day satan made cigarettes:

On the eighth day satan made cigarettes. You light the tip and it burns slowly until it eventually goes out. Same can be said about life. Its better to burn out than to fade away. Burn out I will. 

1:11

Sometimes, I don't know how I stay up so long. By the end of the day i am exhausted and unable to creatively use my energy. Sitting here trying to think about what to write is making my brain hurt. I think it is time for some good 'ol R and R...and maybe a shower. For now, Make a wish!