there needs to be a dream market

[kev517us]

It was meant to be a day where I would plot my eventual overthrow of my own world.

Instead, I sat around and I sweat a lot.

Oh yes, and I made a little bit of money in the stock market because I am what some call grown up and making a little bit of money in the stock market is what grown ups are supposed to do, right?

Someone told me something about the human heart having evolved from the same chemical reaction that causes an insect's wings to flap flap flap. It was quite beautiful.

And now, Chinese food and my first steps outside of the house.

This space always makes me want to travel.

Then I would have more to write about.

I need to get one of those things where everything in my head would go again. Moleskine. Composition Book. Journal. There are many names, but I like the ones that can fit in my back pocket at the ready. Ready to hang out in parks and sleep on Golden Gate bridges. Ready to over tip cute waitresses in small diners. Ready to go where no one has gone before. Inside of my head. That's a b-side. Oh, is it a b-side.

flap flap flap.