i found myself hanging from a tree this morning while I was drinking coffee. I shouldn't drink coffee, for the effect on my nervous system becomes mixed. I don't know whether to smile or frown.
i found myself buried in the grass, under a tombstone of an iguana i once had. His name was duh iggy and i always called him ziggy. I'm sure he could have played that guitar. and then we bitched.
The line changed at starbucks at a moment when my being was confused. unable to react, unable to think and the performance was lousy. the critics were there and i cried. but i think i found sarah. she knows it too.
everything is blurry and the tears encompass my eyes. I fought with my mom about dumb things, over dramatically but i love her. i don't know what to think about anymore
my brain is tired my soul dissipated when nick wasn't there. i hear everything but i don't think i have the role yet. i just need a vacation from studying. you have your reading week and i have mine. i actually read that week.
missed another important cue. doctor with his wife and kids, i missed cadence. again, pet semetary. I am now Hugo's Frankenstein and I can't give up yet.
like people say, will you work for no money and continue the practice. I will live like a goat and as long as i can give back to the city I can and will. when is this possible.
all my friends are above me spirit. i am my own friend. and it's beginning, the rain. Vertov I believe. we can film in Hamilton and i can cast the characters while the ending will be written as so it goes. 3/4 of material then 1/4 of improve. pure Godard.
i don't have the equipment, but i have the ideal, the vision, the grasp in my hand. and then i get depressed and hate myself. everyday is different. and i sleep when i can. but why hide. hyde ng.
i'm on the encyclopedia of health and whatever king or Nietzsche I have lying around. I would love to play Friedrich or Einstein. I just need to get out. I'm on mars and need to react with the team.
and if you're reading this, this is my 21 post in november, blackjack as the weather lady said. what else, oh, i was sitting in the coffee shop right in front of a sticker that said come and i just couldn't leave. pop culture at it's finest. misunderstood in the moment. deliberation in the reflection.
to mad to speak, so I must howl.
help us help all
mahalo!
no body only spirit and soul
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