a bit like freedom
so i've been doing what you might call a little spring cleaning between my ears, getting some ducks in a row, if you will. some rough stuff i haven't visited in a long long while, but some other things that are easier, too.
mostly though i just feel like the past year or so i've been starting to arrive at the places i want to be. or that at least i'll know what to do when i get there. like i've been pacing around in little circles around my bed and i've finally got a little dent for myself to sit and stay a spell. things that sounded good but only in my brain are starting to move into my heart too;
i guess you could say the snowbirds in my thinking parts are finally selling the house in new jersey and moving for good into a warm villa farther south. (because it's crazy in new jersey! and the smog! )....irregardless, i'm really excited cause it means i get to move on from here. to build up instead of make the foundation stronger.
oh, btdubs, i went to new orleans and fell in love with crazies. seriously it's amazing the things you think up when you've got no social clout to maintain. these kids scaled walls and collected animal carcasses and made puppets. for fun. i want to get like that. and no one asks questions because the fact that you're a nut job pretty much precludes any other justification. i want to be a fucking freak. (put that on your to do list and smoke it.)
i don't give a fuck.
yeah, and hello? i'm ready to party. seriously kids, i'm getting old. my shit's broke. i don't have time to sit around going to bed early. my train's about fixin to come in sooner or later. i got shit i gotta do before it gets here. it could be you, friend, calling me from adventuretown. craze land. i'm so ready.
that's all the news for now, interweb; my extra x chromosome is in a state of violent rebellion. bombs and explosions. and tanks. (tanks for nothing!)
(chk chk.....pkhyooow)
mostly though i just feel like the past year or so i've been starting to arrive at the places i want to be. or that at least i'll know what to do when i get there. like i've been pacing around in little circles around my bed and i've finally got a little dent for myself to sit and stay a spell. things that sounded good but only in my brain are starting to move into my heart too;
i guess you could say the snowbirds in my thinking parts are finally selling the house in new jersey and moving for good into a warm villa farther south. (because it's crazy in new jersey! and the smog! )....irregardless, i'm really excited cause it means i get to move on from here. to build up instead of make the foundation stronger.
oh, btdubs, i went to new orleans and fell in love with crazies. seriously it's amazing the things you think up when you've got no social clout to maintain. these kids scaled walls and collected animal carcasses and made puppets. for fun. i want to get like that. and no one asks questions because the fact that you're a nut job pretty much precludes any other justification. i want to be a fucking freak. (put that on your to do list and smoke it.)
i don't give a fuck.
yeah, and hello? i'm ready to party. seriously kids, i'm getting old. my shit's broke. i don't have time to sit around going to bed early. my train's about fixin to come in sooner or later. i got shit i gotta do before it gets here. it could be you, friend, calling me from adventuretown. craze land. i'm so ready.
that's all the news for now, interweb; my extra x chromosome is in a state of violent rebellion. bombs and explosions. and tanks. (tanks for nothing!)
(chk chk.....pkhyooow)