iDallas!trembling toes reach into shivering water
brown leaves float shyly nearby, whipped by the wind.
laughing children wash in and out over the horizon,
The setting sun burns golden through the branches.
I can smell my ideas floating just out of reach sometimes.
Eroneous feelings.
Those things.
You know?
They make it hard.
Hard it is.
Thinking does no good.
One of those situations.
I’m so direct.
yep.
emotif
exocent
recreate
ecalculatif
reek of more
and trial whore
denegreat.
oh yep.
deny.
oh lie.
fat fucking.
dru.
dry.
Time is always pounding down on my head like the beat of a hot hot sun far overhead. Relentless.
I’m fair-skinned, too. Those two don’t mix.
When I start to lose track of what I’ve been accomplishing, the internal tension starts to build… The frustration and minor aggravation grows. And then that makes it harder to accomplish things… more in the way and all that. Trends like that are what keep me thinking.
So, what to do?
Do do do.
Forget about everything (or almost) and do something.
Something.
Have faith in your ability to be content. Find that place. You don’t have to stay there, but you should at least keep one finger pointing at it as you shoot scoot through the stratosphere.
Oh ho.
thank you for this feast of melon and collies
and thank me for this fine table I have prepared.
And thank us for tormenting our souls
with uneeded worrying and whining
and watch as I toast and be merry.
running amuck through the ages,
battling whores and pimps and sages,
I swing from the trees with my sword in hand,
and kick your whiney asses from here to malaysia.
(I guess the timing is a little weird, but it’s still a nice sentiment, isn’t it?)
Hello, my lovelies.
I now invite you to peruse through the offerings at another persona I have up online…
djdown.com.
Let me know if you give it a listen and have any thoughts or whatever. I have more tracks in the works that I will put up shortly.
Life is taking an interesting turn. There’s still a few too many downer vibes for complete comfort, but all in all things are looking up. La la lala. Yay for me.
I’m thinking all the time about something terrible I did this weekend. It showed off the gaping holes in the shell I have been constructing for awhile around me.
It’s especially bad because I really shouldn’t need to have a shell like that in the first place. I should be able to let people come in close to me. I have decided that I can’t, I guess… and who’s to tell me different?
Maybe someone already has.
Maybe lots of people already have… and I haven’t listened very well up to now.
I haven’t yet accomplished anything very noteable. I must not slow down, but I must also still be careful to not disrupt the flow.
I feel like giving up sometimes. All my power is just air. I’m floating up into the sky, but I’ll fall again some day.
I need to stop picking fights with people, too. I should just forget about things and let it all go, you know? Everything is aok.
And then people will just call me a whimp. Ahaha. And I care.
I’ve been dreaming.
Have I been dreaming about you?
I’ve been thinking.
Have I been thinking about the world around me, or perhaps the world outside?
I’ve been swimming,
Swimming through a sea of incompatible impossibilities, or so I might like to think.
The world is not as broken as I used to believe, but I don’t know if I am strong enough to deal with the alternative.