I woke up and suddenly had discipline.
All the bullshit crept into the back of my brain and eventually drained out from my toe holes, absorbing into the grass growing out of the concrete.
Noam Chomsky is on.
The truck that gives out food to the homeless sits in front of my window. It's engine beats my eardrums. I need a layer of wax melted on my window to cut the sounds off.
Discipline almost gone again. Need a dose -- a shot of inspiration.
Look at hands.
All the bullshit crept into the back of my brain and eventually drained out from my toe holes, absorbing into the grass growing out of the concrete.
Noam Chomsky is on.
The truck that gives out food to the homeless sits in front of my window. It's engine beats my eardrums. I need a layer of wax melted on my window to cut the sounds off.
Discipline almost gone again. Need a dose -- a shot of inspiration.
Look at hands.
ps: i have a patent on inpiration serum...then i got f*cked up and poored it down the drain. i desperately need it back.
pps: new york will do it to you everytime.
ciao