Aye.. Oh!!!!!!!
Oh something!
What can be said most essentially, do I wrong you? Do i delay? Do I tarry where the better could be taut? Or am I of an incredible patience, sublimated in approximation, where the breath draws in - somewhere, there I am and armed- and the breath draws out - Only my toes have felt the pools? Surely I hear it loud and clear, yea, the evening stars come down and I listen well. Little to compare to the summer's edges. So Little. Why nothing was as fine then as it is right now again.
I can't be long here and you'll see why soon. I have my head hung deeply down, so down between my own ankles and stepping on my hair which has fallen shapeless. I did think February was electrically yesterday, my last haircut, and must to mention the importunity of August vs October , i don't like that difference! It really fucks me over.
But February and June i'm sorry I'm turning my back on you. The rest of the year is in your own hands now, the great Solstice threatens us again. i will not publish my dreams, i don't know anyone in real life, but I finish up some extraneous tasks until bullet birth chimes in, fracturing needs, announcing that doubt, that frailty, and a most repugnant atmosphere demanded of us solemnity to a word, that we won't stop.
Shared experiences: I'm watching and listening to the words people have for me. It does not enlighten me to a greater future design, I cannot see what is coming and I don't know if that could be my specialty anyway. But I make connections all the same because i live here and not there. I live here with you all, and two days ago you all opened a letter that was from the past. Then you looked around yourselves and saw how things had ended up. Like the letter said was true and then some more. And you have every reason to believe the author of this note because it was once you. Then, then you immediately made long term decisions about yourself, your identity, what you thought your memories were, and what you think you can remember now. But not before you were like sitting in front of your own television set which no longer has a screen or even an electric pulse, because its just a window about your life, and before anything else really happened you just looked at that scene and thought maybe there is just nothing else wrong.
So many times before i've talked about self control and maybe qualities like temperance or self monitoring or something. So that's been around in the common dialogue. I get the sense of people wanting to make their good choice at this time. I don't know but i smell something foul and it pisses me off and makes me throw up in my mouth a little between expulsions. Getting mad is just part of who I am. Doesn't mean I don't imagine myself holding a big wing out and wrapping the people i know up in it, like to say it's all right again and again, of course i wonder whose wing i live under regularly, if only the Lord's.
I can't lie, so I lie so unfortunately, I can't sleep at night, so I sleep longingly, a lot of fun, smiling, frowning, acting, waiting, refreshing, working, candles, white, laundry, hugging, lots of it, 24 hours of the day and one million styles, insurance for yourself, finding, keep da list ov your mind at front ov your mind, next next next next next
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