Notes for a post:
You can't judge a man that's already been judged:
I look at him there in his white tank top he looks just like my father exactly like him, more then I can every hope to. His cup held high full of henny and life he singings at the top of his lungs, words that mean nothing to me, and everything to him. Rap turned up to ten, I guess to help aid the henny in its job and drown out everything. Thug anthems fill the background, foreground and in the middleground there is me, His brother in, law and name only. For the present he is free and I want to say his future is a mystery but his past would strongly disagrees.
You know what’s worse then being bored at a party?
Being contemplative.
The End.
6:00 am
In the car ride back I look over, he’s a strange mix of cute, and awkward; a “hippster”. Taller then me lighter then me, he takes off the wool hat I have not until this point seen him without; dark spiky hair pops out. I take off my wool hat the one I can seldom be seen out of, my dark curly hair matted with sweat. As he drives me home from Brooklyn I talk to him about physic and why I need to be “emptied” from time to time, How I long for the feeling that comes after complete abandonment. My whole body numb as it slumps in the set nothing left in my muscle nor will to support it. The odd thing tho’ about begin numb is the fact that its not a lost of feeling but is actually the prevalence of feeling, one feeling. One long deep feeling that makes everything else distance that “buzz” you get when your leg falls asleep when your whole body feels like that it’s amazing numb, buzzing, electric.
I talk about zero frame states how in space there is no point to start from no north or south to use to plot a course so you have to start with ur self.
I doubt he realized I was talkin’ about him.
The End.
I look at him there in his white tank top he looks just like my father exactly like him, more then I can every hope to. His cup held high full of henny and life he singings at the top of his lungs, words that mean nothing to me, and everything to him. Rap turned up to ten, I guess to help aid the henny in its job and drown out everything. Thug anthems fill the background, foreground and in the middleground there is me, His brother in, law and name only. For the present he is free and I want to say his future is a mystery but his past would strongly disagrees.
You know what’s worse then being bored at a party?
Being contemplative.
The End.
6:00 am
In the car ride back I look over, he’s a strange mix of cute, and awkward; a “hippster”. Taller then me lighter then me, he takes off the wool hat I have not until this point seen him without; dark spiky hair pops out. I take off my wool hat the one I can seldom be seen out of, my dark curly hair matted with sweat. As he drives me home from Brooklyn I talk to him about physic and why I need to be “emptied” from time to time, How I long for the feeling that comes after complete abandonment. My whole body numb as it slumps in the set nothing left in my muscle nor will to support it. The odd thing tho’ about begin numb is the fact that its not a lost of feeling but is actually the prevalence of feeling, one feeling. One long deep feeling that makes everything else distance that “buzz” you get when your leg falls asleep when your whole body feels like that it’s amazing numb, buzzing, electric.
I talk about zero frame states how in space there is no point to start from no north or south to use to plot a course so you have to start with ur self.
I doubt he realized I was talkin’ about him.
The End.