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Dec 15, 2006 07:37

forty milligrams of ritalin and it can not be coincidence that summer is dawning
but the hair is a grease monkey and the breath is stagnant (honorable mention goes to blemished skin)

i would like to dip and swirl my fingers in red paint and sit underneath a tree with you
and create and create and create and

this week was accentuated by despondency day in day out
right now it is clear that negative energy can be redirected but i need to discover a method that is not contingent on stimulants and flower essences and sweet coconut thai tea

atoms. cells. tissue.: is this me and what does it mean? if we break ourselves up into the barest components then are we all superfluous? if so, is this comforting?
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