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 stick with “no”
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 I am gonna keep on talking miscellaneously this word miscellaneous reminds me of anime fansites I used to view when the internet was young in the early o’s and I understand the need of nostalgia and the capital feeling of feeling warm and fuzzy and sometimes I look at past days and think wish they come back and other times I don’t care and truthfully I can see that this font looks nice and I am writing along with it and I have always liked the ink and paper and I noticed that I is the only capital I am using but that is habit not narcissism really and thats the subject proper for ya and I think I might stop now or am I just beginning really . ▬
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 sans fire
and cells stay the sane
on a tricky hiatus . ▬
