the superior and the inferior, the irritated and the depressed, the easy going and there trting, all of them having their points, all of their having their good hair days, their aggressive plays, the clutch attitudes, their heads waking up on the right side, the moment of glory and the bottom of hell, aribbbity anphibbity jee whizz taking the next position, the right position, irritated days, then morality sets in, sometimes able to breach but then having the mind set in and bring one to the thinking giving tree, why to I feel a concise, a morality, why is the passion in conflict with the reason, and then I try to hard to undersratnnd while all the time, I ‘m really just siting in a chair and thinking staring off into space all day, my thoughts are insecurities on speed trying to get to the next meeting point whereI can make up some sort of excuse to get myself some attention some *** and soup and love and who makes up my mind, who tells me what to do so I can shower, so I can devour wings, so I can tell them they were wrong, so I can roll around on the dusty stage, so that I can sit in a dive bar and reflect on it all, so I can fantisize, congratulate myself for things that haven’t even happened, a young ego completely out of flux, attempting to wrap myself but sweating and completely directionless, in the LA sun, hair flying all through the wind!
I love being young
