Paced around a lot.
Kinda agitated, you get used to it though.
An odd amount of energy.
Odd flavor of it.
Twitchy fingers and the like.
A uh,, perhaps a nervous disposition, but nervous isn’t the right word, just “up”.
It’s good to feel “up”.
And the connection between the body and the mind seems super important.
ANd if you seek to find your inner voice?
You might find that you talk too much.
But that’s fine.
Just don’t unload it on humans.
Talk to a cat or a salt shaker or something.
There was a paranoid schizophrenic homeless lady in Concord, and she was always walking the sidewalks…talking to herself.
So somebody from the bar gave her a little headset, like the old style for cell phones…
Now it looked like she was merely on a call..
Pretty funny.
Cruel, or genius..I’m not sure.
It toned down her weird vibe in perception,,she didn’t look nearly as strange..
So….
All you motherfuckers out there…
Get you a headset.
Keep that crazy under wraps.
Let your freak flag fly, but know there are real consequences.
Build you a spot.
A diarrhea house.
Tough to get permitting for, but easy to build..as natural as the poops.
(The neighbors will hate you)
Fuck em..
They’re on headsets too.
Walking around like any of this matters.
Carrying that “air” about them.
Pass..
Hard pass.
I make doo-doo houses.
And they’ll wreck your property value.
Doo-doo houses on stone,, and the ants inside live forever…
You can’t kill them!
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