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thoughts like sparks of solar sad from sun. I"m beat, basking in my minds creations. Solid in sorid day, sun shining hard and hot, me siting alone and lost, seems seems so lost so long and drawn over tears and chest crunching dis interesting feelings and ggggggirls /I don't feel right holding and I feel empty numb unfun and done. I want it to be done. sad bad and rarely rad. freak tickets and rollies pipes with dreams and dreams from pipes. never living ,always surviving. muddy and running amuck on doldrums of moderninity. Malovent me and just down the road exstatic zing and swinging nights of unknown you and forever loving growing me.
the world I wish to see with stranger pain and stranger love. With true light and false light but new all the same. NEw new new till ten months hence it'll be old and again my brain will twist in my murky winds of wah wah boo boo. spoiled on the holy light, to many nights and sights where the suck and spin of absolute zing have had me knowing the joy of tip topest ,bottomest and rockiets of life joy joy to my soul and to your soul, fun till the ends of watches and cellphones on all ears that will rot and we'll all just buy new ears. but smaller lighter and covered with buttons I"ll never beable to understand. -Honey! my ears stalled again. -Oh just restart it ######################################## # (heh try reading it in one breath, or 3. ) hey bandito, don't sweat it, just look at some sunsets and try something new, something that scares you. |