Still looking for all the good things in life.

Everything is possible, my sick feeling friend...when the back of the classroom is dying. Logic ozzing out their ears tender drops transform red notebooks(70 sheets wide ruled 10 1/2x8in/ 26.6x20.3cm 1 subject notebook) into thin new tesetment bibles middle schoolers use as frisbies. They didn't know better, the both. when i new, knew that minutes ( Read more... )

I can bullshit anything, can see from every angle.
Maybe i'm bullshitting myself all the time.
What if i don't know?

I don't like this new thinking.
Logic?
Or simple maddness?
Maybe this is it, the bend before the break.
Or am i just hoping.
Which would be worse.
Or who is to say?

I have to many or's in my life.
More likely just in my head.

"Don't let me down."

come on world.

"Don't let me down."

Dear Mother, we’ve all got bad days, and I know you’ll understand. Where we open up a foreign door with a pair of foreign hands. Where we find ourselves alone at the foot of a pair of foreign stairs. Dear Mother, you know how our bad days can catch us unawares. Dear Mother, we’ve all got bad days, and I hope that you’ll agree. With a bottle filled ( Read more... )

I've begun talking into a recorder.
Lets see how long i can keep this bullshit up.

Howl and Naked Lunch.
Ginsberg and Burroughs.

Let the enriching maddness begin.

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We are black holes. Deep and silent, wrapping ourselves in this orgiastic state of consumption. We need, take, develop, fathom, believe. We claw restlessly at experience after experience, pulling at one another, seeking what they seek simply because they seek it. We are missiles. There must have been a time when we were stars, bright stars. Could ( Read more... )

I'm on one of those "steep" slides.
Or perhapes i'm just coming to realize the speed at which i've been traveling.

Either way,
I'm now have a good time on the way down.