it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood……..

It’s odd how strange my days blend and blend into one composite ball of existing…. I have no interest in wasting my life away plugging along in chat rooms and essentially accomplishing nothing, this time spent could be so much better used….in completing more art, and breathing more sun in…I am too pale anyways to…

i can’t take it when people annoy me

in any case…here we are another Tuesday afternoon, with Bjorn probing my head and, my tolerance waning thin. I get easily aggravated, and I have no patience for bullshit, like yesterday’s bit when I went to see Hank Williams III, at CBGB’s, and there are Teresa and Jeff rambling on about how the song that…

the complexity of my emotions..this in motion

the flooding of this, heart swept, beatings the pulsing of the flood my heart feels close to the explosion and the piercing of the stabbing, pains extend down to that frequence in birth I am killed each day to wake up again fresh blood spilt seen this in rivers crismatic, not scared or sad broken…


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