how much stranger can i get?
Not much more honestly. Maybe I'll deliver a coherent entry, that's not ladled full of instances of narcotics abuse/alcohol abuse, being fucked up, depressed, pissed... just a telling of a city, and a kid driving his car through the city, the music pumped up, the visuals all around, the people he meets, and the day he had.
I think it's about time for such a writing, just when it'll surface in my mind full of tranquil chaos is beyond me.
quick rant: I hate missing routines I once had, I hate missing the feelings that are in a box put away under a bed far far away, I am not a fan of lingering back of the mind nonsense that just gets into your vision *hence it lingering in the back of your head, take a class and learn the brain layout*. It's troubling, especially when mixed in with a dream I had the other night that just tells me something is very wrong with this particular person who has been introduced just very recently into my microchosm of things. So wrong that I shouldn't even have anything to do with them. Then I almost get my soul ripped out of my body, my breath shallow and struggled, my body frozen stiff no natural movement except under the most extreme force of will, then something telling me to go back to something recently lost, and get it again. WHAT THE FUCK IS IT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!? Absolutely rediculous nonsense and I can't get it out of my head.
Today I'll cruise the city, do my runs for the day, and put the motor into the Pontiac later tonight in childlike glee.
Give me a shot of espresso, now.
I think it's about time for such a writing, just when it'll surface in my mind full of tranquil chaos is beyond me.
quick rant: I hate missing routines I once had, I hate missing the feelings that are in a box put away under a bed far far away, I am not a fan of lingering back of the mind nonsense that just gets into your vision *hence it lingering in the back of your head, take a class and learn the brain layout*. It's troubling, especially when mixed in with a dream I had the other night that just tells me something is very wrong with this particular person who has been introduced just very recently into my microchosm of things. So wrong that I shouldn't even have anything to do with them. Then I almost get my soul ripped out of my body, my breath shallow and struggled, my body frozen stiff no natural movement except under the most extreme force of will, then something telling me to go back to something recently lost, and get it again. WHAT THE FUCK IS IT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!? Absolutely rediculous nonsense and I can't get it out of my head.
Today I'll cruise the city, do my runs for the day, and put the motor into the Pontiac later tonight in childlike glee.
Give me a shot of espresso, now.