Florist vs the Anthropocene
if you're reading this you may be entitled to compensation
tikrit is not what it used to be
i can be quite happy, really, in some of my more manic states
dangerously happy
these kids were talking about a pitbull concert. pitbull?
love the darkness. the light is the enemy.
keep looking at the calendar, the balance sheet. all my life i've wondered at what point, you know. at what point. when will it all finally add up enough that it's time for the bill to be paid. because it's going to be at some point. letting it go and just letting it happen.
someone tried to fist bump me the other day
put that shit away
every night i go to sleep listening to excerpts from the n ixon tapes
and of course the famous song, beatles song probably, about not getting things you need, baby baby, you want what i need, i think it goes, etc. etc.
no elbow bump either
i will not make physical contact
i do not want to be touched, if i wanted to be touched, i would have said so
i want one of those frankenstein type tables where you're bolted down, that would be a pretty neat way to sleep, i think
when pizza's on a bagel, you can forego enjoying either a bagel, or a pizza, and instead experience a blasphemous mockery of them both
when they go for a fist bump, wrap your hand around their fist, and whistle
to sleep, perchance to nightmare.
"After all is said and done
Everything is just
Like it begun
Days that came, years again
Came and went
Once again
Oh I love it
Yes I love it
Oh I love it so"
regal? no. regicidal? absolutely
im doing much better now completely. we had some technical difficulties earlier, here at the station, but my head's on even more than before.
got stuck in some bushes trying to blaze a trail through private property, wound up covered in burrs, will try nude next time