It rang on like it would never toil again,
Fast again a comment on fruits and the grapes toiled
What is the right color for holiness? I was always taught green but grew up eating red. What did it matter? I kept reflecting and the song would hint hint hint glint at me again. I knew what true and what wasn’t safe to play. A song to remind you we know what’s going on. And music has its ways. To remind us. That was the point before news was everything and I’ve made that point before and here I am in cycles in cycles in cycles looking for minutiae. Hoping the laptop will break out another suffering. Something I’ve been hiding and all I want is Chet Baker on the discs telling me I’m a liar and have much more to discover if I just changed tune of my pitch a little I could find the rambling thing.
Dropped another perspective and earned that lifestyle of living, now I gotta try my old one. No options to leave the house, only necessary and a small excursion. And life reminds the same at the station. I was so happy with nothing to do.
Make an event out of it,
Even the notice to let my nuclear battery as-ifs with how long it lasts to not want to be changed. I can see the screen so much clearer. That’s one step besides thumb-twiddling all my thoughts. I love a night on the high-screen.
THey used to call laptops that.
The Rules of Thumb-Digging:
Ya gotta always have the tools-to-keep-you-going.
Coffee, Nicotine, Sativa is what I choose. I’m allowed, it’s local and great to go.
And then I ‘ve become convinced restless legs may be a writer thing that goes all the way up to thumb-digging. The appropriate twitch I’ve seen in writers’ picking at their fingers twiddling them as if words would spring from them, and they would! Writing is known to be related to mental illlness, unbountyless why that would be such a clear cut accusation. And superintelligence is a social disability. Combined with my Social Phobia I struggle, so now into clear-cut adulthood with EhlersWoes always in tow..hmph I gotta remember how I had so much fun before and it usually dealt with a laptop or fear of. I like I couldn’t open one up without failure knowing i got disregarded for my undercover work as i Didn’t Come Out on Time my teachers saying you don’t have to atttend highschool you know and my parents didn’t get it during the meeting. Some forgotten wounds from an old life my kid used to be on tv. Oh no.
How did the town remember I was on tv. Raised some nerds 0 0i didntknow we had a celebrity from your childhood coming over for dinner. It was that easy for them to know.
And I can’t do that now.
I don’t really know how to be around people lately because most people would be shot down to pulll a trick and say they’ve done all that I have, to the point I can assure you yes because I’ve had to pull triggers on own situations for the DEA for someone else claiming to do it in front of me in this very room and that’s when people stopped coming over to Sam’s house but couldnt reememmber why.
Someone got shot, my teammate. I miss him irish bastard. And we’re back to that and I’m smiling and a very tall man is the only authentic that could play Nirvana around me and get around with getting it and our usual crowds. FUcking Freeaks these bunches.
Like red and green grape packs that are mixed in the easy to grab fruit lil aisle. I love them but I always just want green because I grew up on red. Italians know what I’m getting at. You’re attracted to what you didn’t have across the mountain. Well they flattened the top of the mountain and moat round here in Onslow and just made it a town like they do in Italy. Appalachian Workers know how to party across a Mountain. Long Distance Love, or Lore for the less pind-hatchy. About et.
Hmmph I think I made a point to myself.
I feel love when I write because I remember why I write or who I mention about. iF they read, i always find out in love notes. And food gifts; date men who work in agriculture trust me – they got the best snacks. And the exes give you the best.
Imagine my only prom date, i had to mention it. Float your boat men, i know your economics in ranking. Those snacks are so interesting.
Have you ever heard of the one-bite survivor snack? IT usually a knob of the best bread ever for me. [to define: the rest of that isn’t good or just contaminated like a gross ass bite of frosting drooled on on a wedding cake but just cut the rest and it’s dynamite dont’ worry about it’ one person saying that and we’re in to a tasty treat =]
THe bakers always work in agriculture fyyuuuuhhhhck. It’s a good life. Especially if they sneak-elite to get the food cooked. Indeed.
Huzzah a longformat just over 2 pages.
I pushed myself.
Let it keep going.
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