peace. easy.

what is clogging my cranium today?? well, my coffee is cold on purpose and my middle finger tastes like folklore. my headphones look like hubcaps and my stack of dollar bills jingle like nickels. dime me. please. my glasses seem to be smudged, but as it turns out I'm not wearing my glasses today. what's smudged is clearly my vision of that, this, and the other. what's on tap this evening?? sunshine and sexy semantics. sarcastic spasms. blah blah blah. yada yada yada.

welcome back beautiful. may your tip bucket forever be full of guaranteed pension. dental coverage, workers comp, and paid personal days. i can't make it into work today because i have to trim my fingernails and fall asleep on my rooftop. underneath city stars minimal.. upon my awakening i will ponder monumental affliction.

i have to wear all black and shave daily. it fucks with my image to be honest. My mumblings are way too bubbly and my cheeks are too cheeky. but if this radical mindset manages to outlast the indulgence of independently endless searches towards sanctity then perhaps i've underestimated the power of the supreme. in fact, i am at peace. i guess i just enjoy living messy.

god. bless.

Word. Is. Birthed.

this isss exactlyyy whererere i was tonightttt. deeeeep beneeeath an eeeveeennninnngg. seeemmminnngggllyyy.

"We are here on earth to fart around. Don't let anyone tell you any different." kurt vonnegut.

word. is. birthed.