well, happy independance day... or it that interdependance? stars, stripes, boom-boom-boom.
beautiful day outside, i hope all are having a nice day and not losing any digits in pyrotechnic mishaps.
saw more family than i wanted to today. i feel like such a shit, i don't even know most of their names. i just sit quietly and wait for someone to speak to me.
it's a deep, stagnant heat here today. felt like i was trying to fry my brain, without shrooms, or peyote, or any of those other wonderful reality-altering natural substances avidly used by my ancestors. before colorful metaphores with eggs and skillets.
day, night. all the same, as long as i can feel the wind on my face..enough of you-time. cue the me-time. i think i'll pop the doors off the jeep and go for a drive. town, or country? which way do i go, george, which way do i go? perfect song to drive to, Mondo Bongo by joe strummer. might fall asleep, though. sleep is where i can always feel the breeze. the winds of change that renew your life every instant. like dancing slowly at the brit club on diego garcia in the indian ocean. salty breeze off the lagoon, 7 degrees south of the equator, 20 degrees hotter on the dance floor, than anywhere else for a thousand miles. smell of rum, on the breath of one of several one-night loves of my life... on my breath, too. love under palm trees and century old cannons at the point under the crescent moon and the tapestry of the sky, just another sultry dance in my mind... what was his name???
beautiful day outside, i hope all are having a nice day and not losing any digits in pyrotechnic mishaps.
saw more family than i wanted to today. i feel like such a shit, i don't even know most of their names. i just sit quietly and wait for someone to speak to me.
it's a deep, stagnant heat here today. felt like i was trying to fry my brain, without shrooms, or peyote, or any of those other wonderful reality-altering natural substances avidly used by my ancestors. before colorful metaphores with eggs and skillets.
day, night. all the same, as long as i can feel the wind on my face..enough of you-time. cue the me-time. i think i'll pop the doors off the jeep and go for a drive. town, or country? which way do i go, george, which way do i go? perfect song to drive to, Mondo Bongo by joe strummer. might fall asleep, though. sleep is where i can always feel the breeze. the winds of change that renew your life every instant. like dancing slowly at the brit club on diego garcia in the indian ocean. salty breeze off the lagoon, 7 degrees south of the equator, 20 degrees hotter on the dance floor, than anywhere else for a thousand miles. smell of rum, on the breath of one of several one-night loves of my life... on my breath, too. love under palm trees and century old cannons at the point under the crescent moon and the tapestry of the sky, just another sultry dance in my mind... what was his name???
laceyglove:
how lovely 