time fades and makes it's way through my fingers like my palm is full of rain
and I know that I don't have time to worry about feelings unreciprocated
I'll love without expectation
if equal affection can never be achieved
at least I can be the one who loves more

Yes your absence hurts me,
But your presence comforts me more.
.
Yes your smile makes me happy,
But your tears tense me more.
.
Yes your dreams excites me,
But having you in reality makes me blush more.
.
Yes I know you love me,
But you don't know that I love you more.

the more i let myself go
the more i pull back,
the more courage built
the more fear fed,
the more i give
the more i grieve
the more emotions involved
the more thoughts escape,
the more i know
the less i want to know.

Forever. What a strange thing.
Everlasting. But what will it bring
But even stranger... there’s love.
Something that helps you rise above.


When you’re in love, everything turns.
When they smile, your face burns.
I’m in love. Don’t want to admit.
I don’t want to. Not one bit.


I hate it, by the way.
I’ll hate it till my final day.
But I like it too. Don’t know why.
I want to confess. Not to be shy.


But I can’t. And I hate it.
You know, I should just quit.
My heart says otherwise.
No matter how much my soul cries.


I’ll live with it for a while more.
Until then, you are the one I adore.

Glacial Coffee.

No Home.
Hung over Sideways.
Adventure.
All created mutants.
All pipe thoughts.
Blasted into the universe.
All to be alone.
Like the golden record.
Trying to prove drastic reasons for being alive.
Inside.
The being of life.
All by finding out why by reading today’s newspaper, and sipping a cup of glacial coffee.
Meanwhile I’m also in a car going 70.
On the highway to A certain shop in the middle of a forest in Seattle.
Hold on.
I’ve gotten off track.
I’ll be right back.






Garrett JOhnson.

Were I a whale, cartoon or
otherwise,

I would be for giving as good as I take,

and,
think, subject ob service
auto shifts,
if you know auto, yourself.
think
teeny weeny plankton by the ton
feed
me
as I cruise sans-effort, sans-trep
idation
egone into ideation,

you would be crazy as hello-happys
with no good bye

were you to agree to think with me,

is this your pa
in my belly?

Ambergris, remember this,

some aromas, sweet perfuma, you can't believe, sans
gnose blowing

during the withdrawals from 6 o'clock news

and recovery from Bernays Virii.

Behold how great a matter turns, under your
standing and above

and beyond
all a non-liar can imagine having known for sure. Okeh? Wit'me?

I knew this old guy,
one time talked me into daring
the deed, you know, it's hard
for a whale to
let some mind find time,

he said, in code... ditty dum dum and al,
banging on a bulkhead, starboard side:

LSMFT, once prompted me to choose
Lucky Strike, twen'yficent a pack, straights,
for the knowing announced with a note on a pipe,
the smoking lamp is
lighted, or lit (I forgit). It made a good smoke.

That's a whale of a comprefriendable story,
ex
cite ment to provoke a thought you never thught
possible, with no word
to express,
it past the flow, into the the ****** pool.

Life is a whale of a joke, don't you...

care. Okeh. You read, you'll survive.
If you can swallow a whale,

you can know common sense is unforgot,
get it. And with your getting,
get standing under, like a shower, you understand.

Whale of a feeling, eh?