My name is Tony, and I'm imperfect, just like the rest of you.
What separates me from most of you is that I try to be the best person I can each day.
I like video games, skateboarding, TV, music, love, writing, lyrics,
quotes, and intellectual thought.
I'm a complex guy with simple tastes,
and I'm all about progressing and having a great time.
I've got a story to tell, and this story is far from finished...
I just need to spend a day naked in bed with someone watching movies and playing video games and eating fatty foods and having sex two or nine times
Some mornings I wish I could ride the train forever. I find peace in the way it rocks back & forth and how it’s pitch black outside and you don’t really know where you are or where you’re going but it’s okay because you know you’d get there eventually. I like being caught in between now & eventually.
Addicting yet I know someday it’s gonna kill me.
Yet, I take another pull. Another drag. And another, because I know that for that 10 minutes I have that bogie in my hand, I am calm and at peace in the hazy smoke.
Then it’s finished, and the lingering nicotine in my body begins to eat away at my soul and body. It’s crushing, but I continue on.
I continue on because I know I’m already dead. It’s inevitable that I’ll die someday. I just wanna go out in this life knowing I touched the fruits that killed me, and they were oh so sweet.
Pleasure cannot exist without pain. Life cannot exist without death.
I’ve embraced both.
When am I going to exhale? I’ve been holding my breath for a year and a half. Maybe longer. I need a release and I’m not going to find it through smoking cigarettes or fucking someone. I want to skinny dip in an ice cold pond. I want someone to kiss me so hard that I forget where I am. I am not alive and I want to be.