Woooo-hoooo hooooo hoooo!
Oh Christ, I am in a fiery mood.
Out the car off the train, spent the night in a white-wall room @ NYU with good friends drinking an 18 and posing on top of shot bears, with chest-hair poking out our burly Vermonter Mountain Men shirts... Yes, we are Men.
Stevie sings it home, I Was Made To Love Her--a song from months long gone, and I'm still typing, basically drunk and just livid with FuckingEnergy!!!!
For Once In My Life sparks to life. Think about classes lately, shit like the Neandarthal, a seven-foot tall ape-man with extended brow not because of a poor-sized brain, but to hold up the muscles in his goddamn jaw, he was THAT Fucking Big.
Oh what a fun mood. Ramming the fingertips down on this shitty plastic keyboard, jet black and greasy with corn chips and no showers from time to time and the random impulses of a brain out of control from lack of sleep or drugs or sense or feeling... But Capable. Reading & highlighting, socializing, working, acting, writing, writing writing.
This shit is my life. And while this could very well embvarass me tomorrow, fuck it--I Feel It tonight. The grammar is sloppy, no doubt, and the spellings occasionally fucked, but God is this world of wringing the soul out through our great reeling matrix of symbols just the most beautiful goddamn thing since the stars appeared in the sky.
Ahh indeed. What I wouldn't give to see what the first couple tablets looked like. What the first few cave walls cried.
Antrhopology, you myseterious beauty.
Hahaha, It's been farrrr too long since I've been City-Drunk. Too much energy. No way to sleep... yet.
I hate to ask it, but somebody please put me to sleep? Jah?
Out the car off the train, spent the night in a white-wall room @ NYU with good friends drinking an 18 and posing on top of shot bears, with chest-hair poking out our burly Vermonter Mountain Men shirts... Yes, we are Men.
Stevie sings it home, I Was Made To Love Her--a song from months long gone, and I'm still typing, basically drunk and just livid with FuckingEnergy!!!!
For Once In My Life sparks to life. Think about classes lately, shit like the Neandarthal, a seven-foot tall ape-man with extended brow not because of a poor-sized brain, but to hold up the muscles in his goddamn jaw, he was THAT Fucking Big.
Oh what a fun mood. Ramming the fingertips down on this shitty plastic keyboard, jet black and greasy with corn chips and no showers from time to time and the random impulses of a brain out of control from lack of sleep or drugs or sense or feeling... But Capable. Reading & highlighting, socializing, working, acting, writing, writing writing.
This shit is my life. And while this could very well embvarass me tomorrow, fuck it--I Feel It tonight. The grammar is sloppy, no doubt, and the spellings occasionally fucked, but God is this world of wringing the soul out through our great reeling matrix of symbols just the most beautiful goddamn thing since the stars appeared in the sky.
Ahh indeed. What I wouldn't give to see what the first couple tablets looked like. What the first few cave walls cried.
Antrhopology, you myseterious beauty.
Hahaha, It's been farrrr too long since I've been City-Drunk. Too much energy. No way to sleep... yet.
I hate to ask it, but somebody please put me to sleep? Jah?