So the worm turns and on and on we all go merrily along some fighting some kicking some screaming get along but we still all go merrily because the alternative is not so much one of those "failure is not an option" comments delivered and received under duress but one of those characters that stroll up in the dark bums a light and then takes your face comments that eats your guts keeps you up nights and it's coming from your own demonic brooding rhetorical apprehension and drifty wonderment self and that's just the weird part. (fuck...)
...world we live on is failing nuclear exchange is inevitable and madmen running amok will kill us all in the dark as well as in the light and... my Gawd! we're all gonna die and it's my parent's fault. noooooooooooooooooooo...
Had a good day today didn't fly into any rage anywhere and that shit is like everywhere hard to miss it's quiet mostly and will steal your youth right from under you like a cheap rug make you old while every day without rage is for the most part mostly perfect dessert for breakfast all day every day and in a good way too like flying naked through warm moonlit canyons low and fast over shimmering river beds shiny creeks running nap o the earth's flawless breathless calm with outstretched arms like wings with hands like flaps with feet like rudders careening careening into the ink towards dawn.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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