posting this shizzle even thO i know no one reads this…kind of the inverse of writing on a bathroom wall…or maybe exactly like writing on a bathroom wall, in your own house, if you live alone, and are a total recluse who never gets visitors…anyways…
this is kool…
and in other knews…today i do wash for to go to arkansas and make a playlist for to make pigs fLY.
What I’m searching for
to tell it straight, I’m trying to build a wall
Walking by myself
down avenues that reek of time to kill
If you see me keep going
be a pass by waver
Build me up, bring me down
just leave me out you name dropper
Stop trying to catch my eye`
I see you good you forced faker
Just make it easy
You’re my enemy you fast talker
Chorus:
I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up
If I could stand up mean for the things that I believe
What am I here for
I left my home to disappear is all
I’m here for myself
Not to know you
I don’t need no one else
Fit in so good the hope is that you cannot see me later
You don’t know me
I am an introvert an excavator
I’m duckin’ out for now
a face in dodgy elevators
Creep up and suddenly
I found myself
an innovator
Chorus.
Change, change, change,
I want to get up out of my skin
tell you what
if I can shake it
I’m ‘a make this
something worth dreaming of
seriously, i am trying not to take this too hard, but i have spent more time and energy than i would like to admit fantasizing and scheming about her and ruined not a few dates by daydreaming of her whilst my dates bore some part or another of their soul…and that does not even mention the lower depths that were waded viewing fiesta de cinco…so the following came as our fearless leader so eloquently put it “shock and awe”, but not really in the good way he meant it…
like i said…i want to be big about this, but the truth is, i am small, very small, and now completely disillusioned
i saw a color orange tonight that i never want to forget…and i only saw it as the result of a completely unrelated decision, and that allowed me to see a sunset i would not have otherwise seen…which just seemed to reinforce the whole process…sometimes shit just makes a guy smile!
and this is another thing that make a guy smile…
what’s with this global warming shit?
let’s stop making water out of the glaciers cuz that’s what’s melting…no…let’s stop those fountains at the capital got after someone bigger…
it is awe in-spiring to watch the gears of genius at work my friends…
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however this is some holy-shit type stuff here…
is a place where the aerobics instructor is an overweight biker chick with a full sleeve…and that is normal…
and i am still drowning in the sensations of the dream that whispered to me that you still smile when i call…that you still giggle when we hang up…the dream that forgot that you really sigh or flinch or both in some order or another…the dream that played sprawling images of how you smile with the corners of your eyes…the one that turned the twinkle in your eye into a supernova that seared mine…fumbling in the dark for days…living proof that love can cripple…for awhile at least…at least not left at least not right…maybe the neurochemistry of desire can kill…i wouldnt doubt it…i still wear sunglasses, even on cloudy days…i wouldnt bet against it…i hear echos of offhand phrases in the spaces left between beats in the whitenoise of life…ive turned to reply to echoes of you in airports, coffee shops, and at least once in the car…love like acid, stored in the phatty tissues of my brain…randomly freeing flashbacks of what was too much to be consciously remembered…
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