[Why Don’t You Try by. Leonard Cohen rata tatt tat tattling on this fine morning at 08:31am.]
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Impressions are wankering.
Americano in Italian Travel Sized Cup.
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Now that’s a title, let’s see if I use it.
I keep thinking about algorithm since it’s tuning season and my work has switched from social media to patrolling the web articles, which I did before. But now I get to talk about it. CIA Representative Good Morning USA shit. And All Apologies by Nirvana is on I LiVve a QuIeTTt Life Musings.
It’s hard to get old and have cancer.
And my worst preoccupations is getting arrested and ending up in jail or blessed be prison. And then I remember I’ve been before in my Myrtle days it was 2 almost with no teeth tr33. God my hands are shaking from my Americano. Handmadmade en Travel Sized Cup from Exchange.
Every time I think about when Ive been to juvie or jail or prison if feels like a blankwash. I suppose it’s trauma but I always think back to San Quentin and plugging in my Laptop and I made this old website Dad’s Proverbs and you can still find it. It was the first to come up when I looked for a heartfelt one. shaking again perhaps its the situation I’m talking about and it probably is I just had a spooky spooky night so let’s make this a Journal Entry so I can talk freely instead of a musings.
Walk The Line is on.
The Remaster from Sun is my favorite but it’s gotta have The Tennessee Two to me which shows the problem I have with Johnny. [my johnny would’ve said elsewise.] I swear his spirit has passed onto Lost Soul on purpose. The gravity. But then I see the Casper shit (in dreams and Say You’ll Haunt Me playing as I read back, unnoticed I typed a lot. Oop smells like brim..must continue reading) and it smells like shit, febreeze and sandalwood typing this. don’t stop heard that okay Roxanne is playing now by The Police. toying with me someone someone. I never know if it’s spiritual or the close friend I haven’t seen except under cordial terms when I was at a register. The pranking days of my
Almost like a blare to me.
And then I start thinking in an Irish accent.
I always feel like the abandoned baby in Brother Bear 2, hard mention man. And it’s a baby that speaks a language we don’t know and blah blah I guess other contextuals would be Superman or Loki but I guess those are taken and I don’t want them to describe but the baby from Brother Bear 2. Omg so groovy. I keep getting haunted by These Eyes (by The Guess Who,) on the speaker.
Like I’m being watched. After I saw the FICU car I was just overcome with gratitude to monitor my behavior and work towards progress and diplomacy instead of Stan spitting out bunch a nerds and swishling jack. I take the CIA can be that way and NSA works from home mostly. My whole life is monitored. In retrograde but I have a household to maintain and that’s it.
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