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every outlet around me is standing still must be plenty of life going on getting under around elsewhere what happened to the perpetually distracted always busy go getter just for the moment running out of a last a few days off a recharge something to kick to get back on i have not the time for this shit get that back together and sort out what the fuck needs to be done the pulling out of all those lame lazy shortgap measures laying off the pragmatism i am still sowing will be a large harvest whenever autumn comes hanging around to stalk in another winter give me just one more month and i will have this all sorted out one more month to perfect the practice to launch myself into a world of misunderstanding it is never too late to start but the better time is always earlier yesterday if you can manage that i wonder sometimes if all this is just a distraction a keeping at bay the energies required to separate this ego and exist free from perspective caught gawking a sigh kicks in later in life not yet too much bright eyes going around sun sinking in through suede dangling behind plants what are we supposed to think of this lock in existing on yet another parallel pickup the schoolbooks relearn geometry math was just another language you either got it or you didn't and to maintain fluency is to keep using it put up to the test change the mode of thought not nestled within a language of expression but refine it to the purity of number see how they dance a light show affair how can i share those states of being from here i give all the customary notions as they deservedly accrue presenting themselves repetitively adaptation led to the development of just having the right thing to say at any given time otherwise we would have all lost our heads long ago this one is getting another screw on tomorrow always in the morning i work miracles best in the morning a re evaluation of the where at the reawakening into the seriousness of attempt do not let this one go there will be no second time round no profiteering on the sidelines here survive or die the retreat is not an option the only retreat is to progress into the place where one wants to be why if there was a retreat that would assume one left a place of comfort of satisfaction where one wanted to be how is that so where comes the motivation to leave the bed if not out of the necessity to pee and who has not first attested to the discomfort of a bed soaking in pee here is motivation enough to leave have i finished peeing is it time for bed
i am not tired yet