Had one that’s too much to write down,
Fleeting.
I had a space job, at a computer.
A good job.
And I was fighting off the desire to rub it in the faces of the people around me.
“you see how special I am?”
I got this space job,, they wouldn’t let yyyou have this space job, because you’re not special enough.
Something to do with patterns. I was looking for a pattern.
Four lights with the brightest one on top.
Looking for a pattern in stars I think.
And I was a dick about it.
Because I was so
Special 🤔🤔
The mind is amazing.
What it does and why it does.
Could be something.
Could be nothing at all.
Nobody knows!
Dreams man.
I only get dreams when I’m near sober.
A perk or a nuisance, just a fact.
A sober unconscious comes out to play.
Never really cared for Paul Simon, no disrespect, just not my kind of thing.
I know there’s value in the approach, just never really spoke to me.
dawn 