im gona paint the ceiling with a brush in my teeth
i got paint in my all seeing eye
all my kin are in
so i gota get out
too much love will leave a man sugar sick.
a man has got to walk.
im gonna till the grass till the green shines
i got a dirty fingernail
i got soil on my knee
all this, to lie under a tree
in hope that the tree will shelter me
and cure me of all my disfunction
all my anxiety and nervous attention to things that don't pay.
too much self incrimination too.
i should look for solemn seas with mirror reflection
i should look for the gate that i bought with my first pay check.
i know i will be alone, for here after, as no one can come close to me.
although, ... i do smell like sweet soap.
i washed my hair this morning, added with some conditioner too,
i know the end is near.
it has to be
i awoke screaming last night, this morning.
in my dream i was barking at a shadow, loudly, like a dog. i was in fight mode.
p() came in.
that awakened me.
my heart was pounding.
in the dream, the shadow was cast by oia, who was walking such that a shadow caught a wall.
but then the shadow started to move faster than khe and that was the trigger.
so it follows, me screaming.
ok well, while the reason spins i'll talk some more.
i took the boy this morning after a trip to starbucks and a return with a caramel latte to mle, the boy is the bomb.
but cheesus what a hand full. he is a little brute. eyes like jewels and twice as bright as a head light.
strong too.
a bit smelly at times, like all of us.
And then she, the P, lays down the thing.
no sounds,
too much bass,
too much beer,
the kids are going to leave.
I (me) am on a big drunk.
sound of a broom on a hard stone floor
Remixing old songs from 2023.
i feel like im the last in the creel, the only one who cares anymore, and but at the same time sucking for air.
I thought for a minute, we could all get to gather and hang out in the basement while i show all the songs i did.
but kids today are not inclined to do that.
They not like me, a man who likes to stare at shadows from sunlight thru a school window thru the heat from a radiator showing shimmering waves.
it was mesmerizing for a 7 year old boy.
and like this now wild world must be for my little orn, sweet little boy.
They got him.
Mel and Jos.
Oh yes they got him and oia too.
the roots of my old heart, they rip them out like unwanted vines. who needs this old man.
noone.
we got this.
we got fun.
we got looks.
we got money.
fuck these old fucks,
fuck a bunch of old go-to-sleep-early grey wrinkled weak ass night pissing shits.
fuck them.
we take the money they have.
who needs love.
fuck love.
all
luv
does is slow .. -you -down.
i am chill.
let the smell of the kill wash over my filthy self.
feel every fucking runnel.
lay naked on warm rock...
washs of the ancient ocean - slow lick my rosy vulva.
warm breaths, the subtle air - tickle my knees
crest of a hard breaking wave, fondle my breasts
all the while i take it all for granted,
an earth child, an offering,
a willing token of all that is abyss...
a moist tidbit.
nothing can knock me out.
i thought.
then i saw you.
i was knocked out.
i was entangled. i was engaged tacitly, but it was plain to see. all the world saw me.
a man in love.
mission man.
and then a piece of saran wrap snapped across all our faces at once
after the peel back, it was pa that came out beautiful.
his face was calm.
so we all pushed back, a little bit more, into our chair.
signed
pa
i got paint in my all seeing eye
all my kin are in
so i gota get out
too much love will leave a man sugar sick.
a man has got to walk.
im gonna till the grass till the green shines
i got a dirty fingernail
i got soil on my knee
all this, to lie under a tree
in hope that the tree will shelter me
and cure me of all my disfunction
all my anxiety and nervous attention to things that don't pay.
too much self incrimination too.
i should look for solemn seas with mirror reflection
i should look for the gate that i bought with my first pay check.
i know i will be alone, for here after, as no one can come close to me.
although, ... i do smell like sweet soap.
i washed my hair this morning, added with some conditioner too,
i know the end is near.
it has to be
i awoke screaming last night, this morning.
in my dream i was barking at a shadow, loudly, like a dog. i was in fight mode.
p() came in.
that awakened me.
my heart was pounding.
in the dream, the shadow was cast by oia, who was walking such that a shadow caught a wall.
but then the shadow started to move faster than khe and that was the trigger.
so it follows, me screaming.
ok well, while the reason spins i'll talk some more.
i took the boy this morning after a trip to starbucks and a return with a caramel latte to mle, the boy is the bomb.
but cheesus what a hand full. he is a little brute. eyes like jewels and twice as bright as a head light.
strong too.
a bit smelly at times, like all of us.
And then she, the P, lays down the thing.
no sounds,
too much bass,
too much beer,
the kids are going to leave.
I (me) am on a big drunk.
sound of a broom on a hard stone floor
Remixing old songs from 2023.
i feel like im the last in the creel, the only one who cares anymore, and but at the same time sucking for air.
I thought for a minute, we could all get to gather and hang out in the basement while i show all the songs i did.
but kids today are not inclined to do that.
They not like me, a man who likes to stare at shadows from sunlight thru a school window thru the heat from a radiator showing shimmering waves.
it was mesmerizing for a 7 year old boy.
and like this now wild world must be for my little orn, sweet little boy.
They got him.
Mel and Jos.
Oh yes they got him and oia too.
the roots of my old heart, they rip them out like unwanted vines. who needs this old man.
noone.
we got this.
we got fun.
we got looks.
we got money.
fuck these old fucks,
fuck a bunch of old go-to-sleep-early grey wrinkled weak ass night pissing shits.
fuck them.
we take the money they have.
who needs love.
fuck love.
all
luv
does is slow .. -you -down.
i am chill.
let the smell of the kill wash over my filthy self.
feel every fucking runnel.
lay naked on warm rock...
washs of the ancient ocean - slow lick my rosy vulva.
warm breaths, the subtle air - tickle my knees
crest of a hard breaking wave, fondle my breasts
all the while i take it all for granted,
an earth child, an offering,
a willing token of all that is abyss...
a moist tidbit.
nothing can knock me out.
i thought.
then i saw you.
i was knocked out.
i was entangled. i was engaged tacitly, but it was plain to see. all the world saw me.
a man in love.
mission man.
and then a piece of saran wrap snapped across all our faces at once
after the peel back, it was pa that came out beautiful.
his face was calm.
so we all pushed back, a little bit more, into our chair.
signed
pa
