It's coming across, but wondering why some of it's coming up blah? Maybe the days aren't giving me pause, maybe there's not enough to be rubbing me wrong. And since it's easy to keep running in a polygon, I'm greasing up the rat wheel and running til the fat peels. And pickin up a shiny piece, putting it back backwards. Not a page turner, but hopefully at least a spine cracker. Forlorn lonestar. Crowded a** galaxy. Rat pack racketeer. Half-fact factory. Half-pulled weight, full credit take-r, set-er straight-er. One-man sold out matinee show inside an elevator
Take a full pull off of full fledged lunacy and find a way to breathe it back into a life of go along -- not quite tomfoolery, but balance on the axis, of soul soaring let-go and cold focused practice. No sweet gold; no sour squalor coward hour. Just a millon vacant lots with dwellers growing flowers on em. And they grow like this…
I always get my Z's so I can mind my P's and Q's, appease the gods by conquering all seven seas quite easily and move strategically. I'm on my k**-and-can-the-weak-of-heart, and started in with contradictions like the way that I used to be. But wait, if they stay at the top of the food chain, then why the f** are they trying to munch me from the ankles up? The blood pumps, rushes and boils for more than your amusement, and that's more awe-inspiring than anything I'll say today
I got one mouth for listening and two ears for talking, so you can breathe new life into me and listen to my thoughts and then sum me up with no prior knowledge of mathematics. I still get mine from hustlers cause I don't buy from addicts. And I'm anti-trash, and anti-fake-anti-establishment cats. End of list for this particular tirade. I've searched every single fiber of carpet in this apartment trying to find where the unraveling started. I did my best, no luck yet