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Posted: January 27th, 2014, 10:08 pm
when i was a kid, my mother had a t-bird convertable- that thing was sick- practicly flew between los angeles and palm springs in that thing- i used to lay in the back seat and look up at the stars-
radio blaring
these days i am looking up at the stars = with my red blanket worn around the house like some holy sacred item=
lately it seems that a ghost of the past was visiting=
when things like this happen i think
' sons , i am sorry i could not stop eating pepper jack cheese-and greasy burgers- early check out for mom'
laughing- i drive the same fifty miles towards 'home' and the same 50 going to portland-
inspiring isnt it?i think that maybe the cuckko clock has gone off on the wall= and i just want to sleep after another handful of anti-biotics
sickness changes everything- the weather- the ability to function and sometimes about who i used to know- way back when i went from zero to sixty in 3 seconds- all mixed up in color and old photos in my mind- i make an effort to swim away from that- chaotic feeling- sick likes to mess with your mind= thinking that it would be real nice to sleep and dream in a better light-this is eeerie- like traveling in tunnels that look like the inside of the body
i think about love, and fracking, and i think about old husbands and the kind of guy i want to sleep with now-
being sick is a hobby on days like this-trying to keep it interesting- vitamins- beautiful eggies- make it feel better please- and really now- is my every word going to be shot down- cuz im over it
radio blaring
these days i am looking up at the stars = with my red blanket worn around the house like some holy sacred item=
lately it seems that a ghost of the past was visiting=
when things like this happen i think
' sons , i am sorry i could not stop eating pepper jack cheese-and greasy burgers- early check out for mom'
laughing- i drive the same fifty miles towards 'home' and the same 50 going to portland-
inspiring isnt it?i think that maybe the cuckko clock has gone off on the wall= and i just want to sleep after another handful of anti-biotics
sickness changes everything- the weather- the ability to function and sometimes about who i used to know- way back when i went from zero to sixty in 3 seconds- all mixed up in color and old photos in my mind- i make an effort to swim away from that- chaotic feeling- sick likes to mess with your mind= thinking that it would be real nice to sleep and dream in a better light-this is eeerie- like traveling in tunnels that look like the inside of the body
i think about love, and fracking, and i think about old husbands and the kind of guy i want to sleep with now-
being sick is a hobby on days like this-trying to keep it interesting- vitamins- beautiful eggies- make it feel better please- and really now- is my every word going to be shot down- cuz im over it
