Wednesday:

I am thinking hard.
and heavy.
Yep. Thinking.
Strange thing for me to be doing. I know.
Why do I strain myself so much.
What thought goal am I trying to reach?
Can I solve every problem just by thinking about it?
Probably not.
Can I solve every problem just by learning about it?
Probably not, but it’s hard to day.
Can I solve every problem at all?
Absolutely not, but how many can I solve?

And why do I need to solve so many problems in the first place?

Why can’t I just make new problems?
I suppose I do that, too.

ergh.

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Wednesday:

The cloud is lifting a bit, but there is still a frown on my face.
I’m noticing the hunger in my gut, and the weight of my forehead…
It’s all pulling me down, I suppose,
but I’m hanging on.

Life is just too complicated these days.
There more communication I have with other people,
the more I realize I don’t know anything useful.
Everything I learn just makes me end up spending more time
learning more things that will end up distracting me even further from other things (more other things).
And I believe myself when I think ridiculously.

Tuesday:

thorns
and nails.
trails open to my feet.
political action from far away,
blinding white lies meet me half way.

desperate dispersion
reckless persuasion
an enemy lost, and never to be seen again.

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Tuesday:

elect me
my platform is rising.
you can hear it if you listen close.

share your songs with me,
folk singer, close to the earth.
I’ll take you home tonight,
and feed you white rice.

trice I spread my plastic wings,
ready to leap.
My faith will plummet down with me,
But you will not let me crash.
I’m sure.

Friday:

I’m impatient.
If an answer doesn’t come to me right away, I give up or just try to force an answer. Whatever answer.

I want everything to be quick and tidy.
When something isn’t, it just keeps kicking around in my head for days upon days. I can’t let myself go the extra step to really give the situation a good think-through.

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Friday:

The gods are battling it out.
Mount Olympus will never be the same.

One god is being replaced by two.
Twin towers, separated at birth.

All eras die at some point, I guess.
Some people are too quick to wanna nail down the coffin, though. The death of a known beast could be the beginning of a greater unknown.

With unknown, there can always be hope, however.

Tuesday:

tip top toes.
rock road rows.
sipping sorpulent sores.
suck. sock.
seek.
sea.
monkey.
sink.
roll
down.
dern.

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Tuesday:

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.

Saturday:

Thinking, thoughts, flowing, snowing, down rain from the air.
orange juice peeling down from the walls like lightning ginger snaps, feverish in their nature and wiley like a willy.
wearable fruit.
candy colored suits.

I don’t really know what’s going on in my head. I’m not supposed to know everything, though, right?

Captured. I’ve been captured. Alien presence. Inelegant situation.

Make Love Not Sense.
In Sense, In City.

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Saturday:

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.