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the smell of this ( ) makes me want brown rice and a make-out session with a skyline view. today i have been electrically surged with creativity and i thank my lucky whatever-those-may-be. i'm inactively searching for hope in all the wrong...nooks and crannies. i'm a stubborn surrealist. i am a frequent liar. i am my biggest fear. i am being honest to a t--right now. i'm happy to not be dead physically and mentally. this journal is only an outlet when i'm in my room. i have never ( ). i'm 71 not 42. these kids talk out of their asses and it sounds like bad poetry. i'd rather be charismatic to some than immune to fakes and phonies. oh-oh hear me roar.