dubs of breath

hungering for shelter a brain of white noise as I hear signal statics inside those halls electrifying me electrocuting me and adrenalin on pause if it were easy to wash and dry I would give it a try my soul could use good laundry. ▬

If you could go back in time and relive one day of your life, which would you choose?

  each and every one…?

count in

on the tips of my tongue in the sacs of my lungs in the transmissions of grey celluloid logic crazy oval-round ball seeing that I am going rusty seeing that I am going fresh loosening the atmosphere and buttoning up the last shirt of sanity. ▬

On a quiet chair —

— typing away and thinking of levity and death . ▬

Are there any skills you’ve picked up in the last year?

Does procrastination count? Oh wait, already had that… I would say boredom…I might go with that…

Do you think money can buy happiness?

happiness is a state so if democracy allows us to buy states as pure capitalism then “yes” and I think dorothy would have bought kansas but seriously can it? I think as its a state with significance what makes you happy depends on people — I would be nuetral but most of me likes to

Do you feel obligated to finish all books you start reading?

Is this a trick question 😛

It gets like this

that there is a thinking bluishly-goldingly-silvery-reddishly throbbing in my skull and my heart and I am thinking why and I thinking why and I am thinking why and I am thinking what and possibly I am a diluted loser or a concentrated can of some F grade stuff but maybe I am not or maybe

well I —

  — was wandering or wondering and I cannot say anything. Sometimes this feeling of being splendidly awkward or feeling awkwardly splendid arrests me and I am airborne into a whole plethora of misfortunes or (-)fortunes . ▬

Passing time

passionately trying to censor boredom talking, talking a mouth of me instigated related to and fro a pendulum brain a heart saying isolation an unwanted chore of a thing resting upon an alternate — piracy of better substances eating on the fibres of heaviness that pound on excess and configuring sadnesses, tales so tail stays