Just-in
I'm looking to give people something they haven't seen before. Imagine an old magazine on the floor with edges furled like time has started to suck life out of it page by page. Edges curled, you stop and jerk to a hesitating stop. Flipped over lands a mid-70's gay porn cover, you've found me. Yet I think you could throw a few more moments of reality onto it. Yeah I've been here for an hour. 24 hours, and probably many 24 before it. I hope to continue to roll down and run up that hill in that energetic childish manner from afar, forever. Life will continue onward because I will leave something lasting. I kinda wonder if that is something that I might have already accomplished, but clouds of self doubt fueled by the shaken world around me tickle my mind in to sleeping. A deep sleep of masturbation. The chronic repetitive movements of life. Can we not change it up? Maybe once in a while? My right had got tired, so I tried my left. Are you done looking at the porn? Attention gained maybe it's time to really write on something useful. Yet I think the real problem is that people don't realize that everything is useful. Everything. Waiting to get something out of life is coffee burnt in your cup. Bitter, tight, and probably too hot. Where have I gone with this except a rant? On nothing...we aren't much more than the beats of our step. So I guess maybe you haven't seen this before, but when it comes down to it you drop to the floor. You don't roll to put the fire out but you stand waving your arms to fuel the inferno. I come running at you, only to engulf you in flames.
A deep fire continues to lay within...
A deep fire continues to lay within...