Friday, April 4, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Plan.
Well, 4/3/13; 3:40pm. Cup of coffee and Thom Yorke keeping me warm, feels like a gloomy sunday afternoon. My schedule is completely off. I need to move out of his house that I've been accustomed to for 20 years now, but I'm not just going to leave without a plan, just yet at least. I want to establish something before I venture. My hands are sweaty from not realizing how anxious my set aside thoughts were. Part of me wants to lock myself up for a year just to set my mind straight, but with the luxury of walking around my house butt naked and vibrating the house with music. I feel like living on an edge, maybe I'll pick up mountain climbing, taking on the highest obstacles that nature has to offer. Reaching the top, a token of gratitude towards the land and a victorious celebration to mark off for this lifetime. I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be successful, what does it take, who is involved? (side note: save up money, anyway to save up money, make fucking money, save up, laptop, write daily, write, write, write, write, make, create, fuck, FUCKKK, i want so much it's hard to sit still but I can't get up yet you feel me, fucking I just need to find a way to derail myself from excitement, how do you disable excitement, good anxious thrills that wiggle in my blood stream, I love so much, okay so that will be my alter ego, a careless by stander. My mind must be the reservoir that furnishes the layer in which my thoughts must collect, otherwise, I leak them out so frequently, so carelessly I should say effortlessly, so bound to a reassuring release that resorts in pure pleasure it's easily prone to be taken advantage of. Feeling me.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Le dungeon
I've been spending too much time alone. I'm ready to get the fuck out of my little dungeon. I need a job, shower, and some new boots. All I ever really feel like doing lately is creating. Trying to fall back into older reestablished habits.
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