unconscious
gross
i think i might be compulsively lying to myself about journaling again. i always think about things i need to hash out, and then here i sit hashing it out.
differently.
wavelengths entire wavelengths divide what has now been time from there to now. they keep going.
hearing noises in the plumbing.
running water, little voices.
nervous, except here i'm never alone.
solitude from the rest.
bring about changes, masterful works of creativity.
destroy the journey.
bask in the sunlight. write your name in every ray beam. count every volleyball.
paint the town.
red.
red wall.
where rats could knife and fight and reign supreme.
across venice blvd. a possum ran towards me, hustlin, though no cars were heading the other way.
his fat torso and little beady face were a combination of both of the dogs here, but hairy in grey.
age aint nothing but a number.
live it till you can't - hustle - go grey - wish for more.
i think i might be compulsively lying to myself about journaling again. i always think about things i need to hash out, and then here i sit hashing it out.
differently.
wavelengths entire wavelengths divide what has now been time from there to now. they keep going.
hearing noises in the plumbing.
running water, little voices.
nervous, except here i'm never alone.
solitude from the rest.
bring about changes, masterful works of creativity.
destroy the journey.
bask in the sunlight. write your name in every ray beam. count every volleyball.
paint the town.
red.
red wall.
where rats could knife and fight and reign supreme.
across venice blvd. a possum ran towards me, hustlin, though no cars were heading the other way.
his fat torso and little beady face were a combination of both of the dogs here, but hairy in grey.
age aint nothing but a number.
live it till you can't - hustle - go grey - wish for more.