(no subject)
6:20 am and i now have enough coffee in my system to operate for the next few hours without shit to do.
Not a note of music was playing tonight,
but there were enough songs running through our heads.
It kept me singing for hours of losing my age and counting fireflies, til my head hurt.
There are so many unremarkable places in this town that people take for granted. So many places where eyes pass smoothly over and dont see the details that make mediocrity such an amazing thing, pardon the paradoxical bullshit.
The only thing this town has really made me come to despise are wide left turns.
Every road has some run down diner to be rediscovered every saturday night.
Hours bring honesty and respect.
I wish this pen made the white noises that Hank made
happily spillin unrevised narratives into a bulging file
My cat is so damned arrogant.
And i love him for it.
He's been watching my every move and word with that nonchalant lazy eyed stare.
He's been trying to fall asleep for the last 20 minutes or so.
I know how to end things now, to put provocative points of punctuation at points that
persuade the writer and the reader to think of ideas and let them run wild.
Let them dance on a page and not give a shit about what the modernists think.
You can ramble on and on and on and on and on as long as you engage the reader long enough to let
them
drop.
Not everybody gets to go home feeling satisfied
Not a note of music was playing tonight,
but there were enough songs running through our heads.
It kept me singing for hours of losing my age and counting fireflies, til my head hurt.
There are so many unremarkable places in this town that people take for granted. So many places where eyes pass smoothly over and dont see the details that make mediocrity such an amazing thing, pardon the paradoxical bullshit.
The only thing this town has really made me come to despise are wide left turns.
Every road has some run down diner to be rediscovered every saturday night.
Hours bring honesty and respect.
I wish this pen made the white noises that Hank made
happily spillin unrevised narratives into a bulging file
My cat is so damned arrogant.
And i love him for it.
He's been watching my every move and word with that nonchalant lazy eyed stare.
He's been trying to fall asleep for the last 20 minutes or so.
I know how to end things now, to put provocative points of punctuation at points that
persuade the writer and the reader to think of ideas and let them run wild.
Let them dance on a page and not give a shit about what the modernists think.
You can ramble on and on and on and on and on as long as you engage the reader long enough to let
them
drop.
Not everybody gets to go home feeling satisfied