Apr 26, 2011 02:18
A cacophony rises through the thick morning air, feathers tumble back down to the earth winding to and fro delaying the inevitable ground
a flock of freshly shed saviors
miniature aeroplanes to keep you aloft and aloof of the filth below.
I a adrift in the middle of a thousand yard stare.
Alone in the midst of a rising catatonic cacophony
damn, there goes another toaster.
Tweedle Glee and Tweedle Glum
The day i have ahead of me grow fatter, more sinister, more foreboding with every new obligation i saddle myself with. i suppose its not such a bad thing. But i have to admit, that i am overstretching myself and something is going to have to eventually give.
But not today.
and bot tomorrow
or the next day.
I am determined to make this dream flower into the wonderful thing it can be.
my neighbors are hacking on something.
or smashing cans
or something I dont what the fuck they are up to except that its loud, and its two in the morning.
But then again i really cant say much, me and my power tools... sooooo....
anyway, as soon as a let myself relax I am going to fall into a pit of sleep anyway. One i am not gonna want to get out of in just a few short hours.
anyway. good night love.
oh and speaking of that mushy stuff, oh, well... maybe later. She's blonde.
tee hee.