key to your lips, moon and striped mittens

she doesnt have that side, isnt it great that we dont always know everything, besides the things we dnt care about? when people are passionate everyone at once, ive only felt the unreal once, and this feels like a superior curiousity but a different sort of passion. i doze off the feline is growlin, i would get up if i only new the direction. i dont want to be stoned, i let me down. iwish i could see you, even if i do see you all the time. she couldnt stop feeling, and thinking on her toes, i felt like i could have been anybody, and thats worse than being no one. downer tonight eh. the day was im not in touch with my self anymore.. not tonight i wish i could see you where are you maybe hell run away. another one told me this is purgatory, aries made of soldiers, phhst indians more  like it, everyones already dead, he was searching for how they bleed, i was thinking of it where does your spirit go when you die, before we die, the second rebirth. i need to be more intelligent, to apply myself, i walk down streets smiling and practicing on having somewhere to go. its true im honest, i get more and more honest the more i learn about its truth, the fact that i walk in circles on this earth but all in th i need to buck up and collect myself,vise versa twice, i have a light in me, it flickers at a spurt of orange running half aasleepp and trunning not meaning theres nothing. natural inspiration took over my capacity for dicipline cant even spelt it tonight. you get what you need, dont take what you want, walkin down the street could have ended my days. im never alone, im right here in the tide, i get closer every morning when your lids rise, you take me out of my new indiffernce and breathe me in till im stirred in your veins a deep  dark swimming pool of me in your hands baby, and out of your pixie fingers i go. everything puts you to sleep but ya head, if i didnt think i was important i wouldnt be writing me down. i need to give off delicate but potent energy. somehow ill know what that is, i bought books today, and a necklace from someone very much alive, if you pictur it as were all dead, it makes me think theres a way it can be easier not to want daeth. scorpio is a liar, but im tricked by those im interested in as humans. tricksters are intrested in those they can be anyone with. i cant open my eyes.

the more you let go, the more you have yourself

angry scales cutting board, pineapple drip. next door the light switches on and kicks out the shadow crowd.   tygarlily's a wilting, its just not her day, her purple sprouting tongue is so scary, the sun wont even look her way. made a match stick that only lights on tough skin, the fire turns as bright as the strength of the strike, the flame smells just like him. a silver castle woman perched on my knee, she whispers her wishes, and brushes my cheek with fingertips of surrendered seas. the pearls in her ears, tell me this goddess is feared, by those who have no youth, truth, or spears. met a boy with wooden teeth, they chipped and squeaked like your grandmas stairs everytime he speaks. i told him he should carve in them, what he wanted to say, he wasnt like everyone, he didnt change his desires every other day. he told me he cant smile, his lips were born astray. so naive, ill walk with my eyes closed, so maybe i'll want to stay. what the fuck does bump no rubbish mean?

onword!

maybe im not grounded because im too busy trying to lift off. Ive yet to experience, greed for it is rolling off of me like sweat. I dont want my skin to grow into my soul, for then id be too old.  Ill have something to do with the end, this earth wont end me. blind vision. identity birthmark. passed on personality. fear(less). classified as a parasite, im fascinated with what i can see no longer, but have if i'd only release my urges right. what is the world missing, people are taken.. just to be given back into separate flesh of the same species? i think not..

step cautiously, but firmly. dont tip toe around intimidation. my eyes are searching and distracted. my mind feels like a worn out screen, relieved when its clear of debris, but addicted having remnance of phrases and memorbilia of those since the pass. observing, wond flowing, pushing the storm out, but being in it for the sake of whats inside. its okay to be empty for  how long, my fingers are alive but im obviously incoherent. imagine becoming deaf, your heart is the only thing you have to hear, the one reason you are still human, alive. your mind is quiet. truth doesnt make a noise. the urge to dance and the rush to turn the volume up, catch yourself and listen to the silence, move your feet to the music you imagine for the release to compensate of the loss of sense. and you will create the music you require to continue your dance.

ramble on

he didnt like to be mocked he blew his nose in his socks. my hat has someones face on it. can you imagine.. just consider.. who would the soul have been, if he came back as a raccoon that was skinned and his face was now on my head, someone with a pretty face, that took it for granted and made men panic. maybe everything matters, but it doesnt have to mean anything all the time. my dream comes back to me at the start of every new breath, but then its ashtonished by my focus and out it goes and my eyes are forced to balance my feet. im the most imbalanced ive evr been. in my head im doin pretty solid because im learning. but i cant remember anything, i gotta get this outta my system. its much too combusted, i want to be awake, im on an ancient time zone. my body is shutting down. i dont feel unfulfilled about today except for right now. i feel unhealthy. i want to read and watch a s....
two days later i think?:
chels busts through my door this morning, announcing like shes got a gust of honorary wind behind her, that i should "GO GET THE WORLD!" so, after 2 cups a coffee and the weirdest english muffin granola yogurt chutney butter thing i made, i decided to face the bus. went downtown to gather interest of what the protest was like during the day, every face was strange and looked to me like they were scared of themselves. the campers were tense and the park gave no hint of either surrender or passion. got a call from my future and i made a big decision to move out of this stagnant blue machine of boots, and make my way up the white winding stairs to a pink abyss of free human inhabitance. thank you craigslist, youve got good direction and choice.