It's mornings like this, now, half six and just home, that make me wonder about my ability to continue to hop to like a bunny.
I hobbled to all night and made the cheddar
I raced the machine
Human me one, machine less than one
I am tired and suppose that I have an almost happy attitude all things considering
there are more motorbikes in the world
and I am one of billions, I am fairly certain I have a damn good life
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concerns:
A's and how to maintain my near perfect GPA
Bravery in the face of
Comfort
Direction
Evolution of the mind
Fallacies, their
General relationship with
Hypothesis and the never ending lack of
Illusions which
Jumble my ability to express my
Kink
1 comment:
I'm framing part of this. If I had the patience to sew more than a sock and a ripped sleeve, it would be stitched into a gddamn pillow. Keep writing. I need it.
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