spazteca

this and that things have never been as clearly un-concise as this moments revenge. Those particles which I have previously thought to be spiritually bound to an effervescent nature or pure political or otherwise knowledge-abley saturat-edly expositional writing is all divulged into something seemingly less tangible by my current extremes. In other words... I have been outsmarted. Not by anyone that is beyond my capabilities... but in some sense more sober. That's ok, I don't mind. Burning man has taught me that I may be more sober than others and know less and others maybe less sober than I and know more. Really now I am battling with having experienced so much and having soo much yet to discover. I will say that I have a dream I could have every night and if by morning I've forgotten it, well no big deal it'd be all right 'cuz it's the reocurring kind. But it means so much more to me than that, and I just don't know what to do. I don't feel that stable myself, though I know this person is the dream I wish to have... Maybe she's like a book, I don't take her out that often cuz I know that I've completed her and that's the reason she is here... oh, how awful that must feel.
That's a song I hope to never sing. We'll see how my feelings go so that I never will... but that's why I am here. That's the reason I am here, sometimes I want to dissapear. So many more reasons make me think I'll never leave. Feeling otherwise has only once made me feel complete, that's why I am street. The only feel that's neat. Oh how lonely I do feel. This is my nature held against me, not. My friends can accept that all through the stability I've sought, grounds do remain unbought. Later I come across more talented foresight, 'tis all thought I've given, there is no more foresight.

late.