I've purchased the bars for mandar (be expecting a package within the next whenever I get to the post office...) and
riding to work this morning was like riding through water. Not sure how to convey this...and it wasn't that I was biking that mattered so much, it was just the way the world was, and me in it, and it felt like being underwater. Maybe the combination of cloud/little light/humidity temperature...
It also felt like vacation. There's a particular sort of early morning that always reminds me of vacation. Going to Disney World or Chicago.
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the last one of september
i'll be gone til september
wyclef jean
every time i look around
i ask myself
why oh why
this is lyrics
that i've already poemed around before
riding my poem scooter
to the poem sky
where everything
melts
into a beautiful
sex goo
going around
writing words
trying to destroy
everything
evil
i'm going around
writing words
trying to destroy
everything evil
i am pathological
a pathological motherfucker
i have an idea in my mind
and i cling to it
like a zealot
i worry
i worry
i worry
but that's okay
everything is okay
it's alright it's okay
it's so okay
it's so so so
mo bo cho joe
ro cho mo joe
flo joe
flatten
jackson
pattern
the pattern
the pot turned
into magical pot
that didn't fucking
DESTROY MY BRAIN
drugs are bad
don't get high
don't get drunk
kids
listen to me
listen to me for real
don't listen to the adults
who get high and drunk all the time
don't listen to their actions
you have so much
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