Thursday, December 8, 2011

i dont understand how i can be related to so much crazy

having a very classic bipolar sleepless night kinda episode.. some one give me meds
make soft
youre gona be like god dad or something like that.. who else is goin to enstil a distaste for society so well
Any one awake right now wana go on a drive
come on dad, gimme the car tonight,
i got this girl.. i wanna..... come on dad gimme the car
who remembers driving me home, i dont remember walking
snake bite jungle juice
remember you’re still alive, keep breathing
maybe i can eat one more plate of food before i pass out
death wishes
Love is death
Love is illogical. Or maybe that's just me
feeling god in a pool hall instead of church
i am thankful for sound and poetry and paint.. and knowing that if anything at all i have a purpose to express myself so that there can be light for others who have lived in darkness
you will soon understand what it means to go with out
you go out like rip tide
I'm sick of this perpetually empty field. I miss walking on moon dust powder fluffing up around me. I miss the infinite field. I miss your hand.
the space between you and i is rainbow spectrum
i cant believe i am here now it goes beyond my concepts of breath and death
In your head in your mouth in your soul... Had to think a while
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt
i need a guitar and a fourtrack something that makes loops. and a no-wave valley that is open to be explored
I like dreaming about lizards
inconsistent sleep patterns result in consistent mirage
seam ripping and stitching back together
I want to die and go to a certain kind of phish heaven
These oysters tasted like happy oysters

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