every day i want to feel another way but that feeling does not come and there are just so many days after a while they just all feel the same and i wonder where have i gone wrong to where can i track back and pick up another line another wine another fine feeling
never stop for a pause
never stop for a moment of contemplation
not on the keys
just let the fingers do the talking
still no reason why this way over that there is no going back but a change in the course is daily bread in this waking dreamscape wake up embrace the power switch enjoy the final throes of rampant market capitalism if there is not fun to be had on this side of the poverty line then throw the whole damn thing away there is a dissatisfaction coefficient a sliding order between motivation and deactivation
the last three and then some
hawk swoops in from on high missing by beat the eye had seen what the ear had heard and the feet on the ground found movement
come out when the weather is safe
stop second guessing the other trying to tip toe around feelings and putting out there what it is that the other expects there is no deal no knowing without going and then even then the knowing is so qualifies experience and perhaps unrepeatable or unsustainable but worth the while none the less and the honesty is what shines through and the lack of regret so i come through and do as i do without apology as imperfect as the first and the last perhaps moreso but not less of course i make a mess wherever i do tread because i am where i must be where i would be i cannot
a lot of them words the phrases the fall back catch with the wind out of you and the heart pumping is pulling at the strings again and again the trained and the amused the educated and the bewildered all the same not each and every exceptions highlight the general population and for a while i thought i was better off i didnt need nobody's help i thought i could not be fooled it took so long to see that the only person i was fooling was me
building back the rewards system in the work ethic otherwise the slobbery get the better of the flesh with nothing better than the prescribed opioids and the free to air pornography throw a rug over the filthy rug and forget about tomorrow until it is today then the same shit underway metro boulot dodo is not precisely the rhythm but the metaphor the prescription of a routine that shuts down any and all other activities is the enemy a false economy satisfaction for fools always at unease never content critical to create perfection is a placeholder or misunderstanding change is the only constant dear planck never put it better h
even in this moment the energy is sapping where to from her to him and back again and between something else entirely perhaps ice cream the attention span the desire is all coming together so quickly as if it is short as if it is desperately seeking newness in a world growing ever so familiar not liking it the edge is wearing off the excitement the getting comfortable with death who wants to live forever a couple of thousand years would be pretty sweet but forever is a bit much
sit down put mind to the task the fingers are quick enough to avoid lies the truth is the first that comes out the lies need a little extra of the imagination the plausibility the consideration the working into the fabric of credible the straight out plain speaking truth is instantly believed the complexities of the actual situation that is another story altogether but the honest to god truth that founding principle of belief that puts the floor underneath the feet never bothering with questions or time or the maybe but if and of a brain self obsessed in ego fluid just another cock amongst hens
say the word make the move and it will happen skin against skin where and whenever there is nothing holding that kiss in never going to live up to the expectation best to keep at it playing the game pulling the strings winding up the flesh into a frenzy edging ever closer to bursting those precious bodily fluids will inevitably rise to the surface cast flung thrown a great distance in search of a warm beginning finding cold hard concrete
bring the packet of ten over to the neighbours dont hang out in the backyard like a fox waiting for the chicken to come out just ring on the bell i know it is not the done thing around these parts but setting a trend is better than following one so break the mold and dont forget the basket to pick up the small potatoes to avoid the plastic bag swap and constant hanging of food scraps on the front gate
a lot of nots to be replaced with sures come easy for the coastal crew the horizon stretches out to the imagination bring that to the northern flatlands where the wind does blow and the snow falls a hot bed of that no can do attitude in prussian blue bring in the machinery write the list out this is not hire purchase but simply a loan a short term rent a few days a week or so tops and that all needs to be done start with the big job up hill a pond with a drain then down to level out the foundation for the greenhouse and finally the two drives one out the back of the barn and the other out front street side plenty of diesel to be burning through been holding back all these years on the jet setting just to feel good about a little earth moving on the organic farm upstate
carried away purchasing power what are we going to do with all of this nonsense in here listening to your heart's content there is no going anywhere so perceptions are filled with the sources coming in the creatives out all going through the human filter and spilling it back out there trying to pretend that it is all true if you show me all your favourite things then i will give all of mine to you
it will be a reward for being able to show a little restraint and cover the incoming costs for a toy that i never thought i would ever possess the same tricks work on this body as all others only the reception is unique along a spectrum within parameters not yet fully known but are we not pushing at our edges as we expand our understanding of ourselves
you were swishing to and fro before me. come here and sit beside me. you are making the place look so untidy. as if you do not feel as though you belong in your own home. excited molecules move.
i would not immediately agree with your concession that of the two of us it is i that has consumed more of this substance and therefore have the deeper pool of experience to draw upon to reach conclusions on the this evening's prescription. i for one am open. i merely want to express at this point my reservations at over consumption, because i feel as though i have been there before and i have little desire to invoke that condition again. moreover i know this body to be violent. the further we dig the closer violence comes to the surface.
good decision.
conflicting reports. get it off the brain or reabsorb? absurd. transformative modus operandi- not both at once, but changing it up at intervals. a character who is aware that the skill transcends the body. and has ego at its beck and call. the braggarts are the first to fall.
there is a new line to cross how many more after this is this a competition who i keeping count since they are just in our heads not out there at all but it is the our that really gets the giggles going who knows what when and how deep does it go right down to the heart i can feel my blood getting thicker and thicker one day it will be nothing more than a solid ice block blast me off to space perhaps these frozen remains can support life up there
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