i dont like what i write all the photos i take a mediocre now i can see why so many out there want to drive a fast car
takes longer and longer as each day passes soon it will never come the end
i remember linthorpe road kitchen balcony like an island of time from which i could see all the labels and projections that had attached themselves to the social self and how seemingly structural they had become in some places there was nothing of the underlying original structure could be seen at all
i have never better is what i was told to say never down in a hole always somewhere nice to stay i dont feel like we need this it doesnt matter that you cant feel me
i remember yesterday like it was yesterday but you have already moved on long gone like latin class
one step follows another falling in style climbing a mountain overcoming obstacle freeing an obstruction from here i can see the river of baby tears in paradise
i am in someone else's dream but it is hard for me to see when all i want to do is please here come the morality police
it takes more than money to make a man but i dont know what that is
a mid week respite out on the town interruption to what rhythm not living to earn a living just getting on with it
couldnt get through on your birthday you know you are so pretty that i would do anything for free
the words came without effort in the moment of company because they were superfluous bubbles releasing upon the surface of silence comfortable reassuring confident silence
an off hand comment and a hidden desire i am out of reach now
kicking about on the hard to jive feeling good on the day i see you then no more tears never seem to be too far away from the other side of the table
knees knocking legs bowing subtle change in the atmosphere this mash up bulb flowers peas stelleria media and atriplex an ingrown hair in the ear causing something of an annoyance push through and let go no roots needed for walking
massy eddy randomized dump under the door achieve kelly is out exercise commodify skin no longer dress flowery kiss carpet reading extradition scratch need stone mostly sober crater unlikely
turning the machine on startup procedures dumping a load letting slip the chains initializing defining parameters now obviously getting this clipper up again
most royals have a main spring that can be tightened with a turn of a screw a little more tension helps to compensate for a jumpy carriage in later years the pent up fury splutters up against the paper all fun and war games until play drags on long enough for private to turn brain on
if i have done anything right and you make it to my age then all of this will be forest from which you can live without ever having to venture into the plagued valley below where they horde the toilet paper and hand sanitizer for all they do is wipe each others' arses
let a weed invert the corporate rendered social responsibility the yoke over the woke lest you fall asleep as soon as your hunger is subsides only to wake hungry once more a return to failure the head is stuffed via all its holes the self is porous take a mattock to the vast wasteland and plant an idea
farm the habits in a bed of time pull out the weeds so the vegetables have more room to grow no monocultures i cannot be surviving on beets alone there must be the written word song and dance to pull from the earth and feed me life manifest is transcendence across the forward slash between nothing and being