If you see something that interests you, and you wonder why it interests.
Meh.
It’s better than not being interested in anything.
The death of dreams and shining individuality,, glitter and sparkles and scent,, all that stuff.
All that stuff.
Make a noise with your mouth,
Say “pshhh”.
That’s you, coming out of my mouth.
That’s your self certainty, passing right through my lips..
“Pshhh”
Psychological dismive, politely excused,
Deuces motherfucker.
Peace out.
Shake the spot.
Rotate these tires..
Catching colds on the flip side,
Catching funny looks and judgements..
Mmmmm…
you still have the mind, and how vast, how boundless, how difficult to kill.
Difficult…
Even dead sober, like this current moment I type, even with no root or no plant or no fermented liquids ..
Everything has a beat in the late hours.
Not to say “everything is clear”, but everything definitely has a beat.
In the head.
Wouldn’t trade it for nothing, no matter how happy regular people seem to be…
(I think they’re lying..)
Think?
I know they’re lying.
Because they show up in murder stories, and they go on shooting rampages at Walmarts,
Regular people ain’t shit.
Because there’s no such thing….
Got this do-dad,,,
It ramps control voltage based off of light sensors.
A galaxy of the random.
You can place your hand on it, and block the light,, it freaks out your sound.
Photosensors.
Sensing photons.
How interesting..
Left brain…
You should kill yourself if you get to a point where nothing is interesting.
Doesn’t mean you have to be anybody,,
It’s just,,, there’s a lot to be interested in.
(And a lot of clowns to make fun of)
No,, that’s bad motivation…
The wrong approach..
You’re supposed to be interested in things…. because they’re interesting.
Pay no mind to the clowns beneath you.
Thumbs up emoji…
Eat me.
dawn 