days ago I trotted to my kitchen from my desk for a glass of water drinking only half and leaving the rest to bubble over and become stale now as I write the glass remains but is slowly fleeting
That Lady There are phases to looking at women on the street Yes you see them before you see them But then you look away Afraid to to find out they don’t love you Sneak a peek Then look away Frightening And deadly Full of kindness They know They know the world you can’t find under that janus mask World might collide But that lady would be the dividing line Sneak a second peek know it’s all over You’re found out But still shy Now walk along strong And un-humiliated You know she will
All the stories of love are just stories told by the old and young wienies in the loving room it's clear, with any sense at all, that love is just as watered down, dull, and ******* as all its users
Be wary of those who claim to have answers choose a side? choose a hobby personal and refined, put in 10,000 hours something to be selfish about but no one ever knows share views and expect to fail learn moderation as a second language tolerance so encrypted that you lose the meaning know that your life is your life and your views yours and yours alone dine with Kierkegaard for the rest of forever all power to the sciences but that's not what I'm trying to do
childish games disguised as grownup work the things we all do for money and justification and purpose not coming from our own mind but others the greatest share game we were never ourselves but at least we shared alot
In the city the hair is split where the scripts sit ending on pages lined daily people walking by dumpsters eating hotdogs and pimples tanning in the sun. they get plenty of light all the time forever isn't long enough to read the text written for you freewill is out to lunch today two blocks down but no one stops at the factory
The apartment is not yet broken in a rice cooker softly steams on the counter there is grease splatter on the stove 12 pack of burgers $7.99 at the store one chair in the living room grandmas old sitting chair where she would knit hairspray stains on the back 2 bedrooms one with a bed one with nothing