You know how many blogs I read? Fuckin zero. Because it’s a stupid idea,, put down your inner monologue into words? And just anybody can have one? Absurd… Motherfukers are out to get your time.
Ewe, such audacity. Who the fuck are you? If I were forced to go back and read my thoughts? 🤣 Disgusting 😝 disgusting and stupid and of use to no one.
That said, I still believe in the act,and now we’re getting into the area of “principal”.
More people write poetry than Read poetry,, cool,,, does it do anything for them? I’d say “yes”. So… Take huge shits in the forest and chop down trees so no-one hears them fall.
I do stand on principle and it’s a better foundation than misery. Both can exist but only one is right.
You don’t get to tell people what they can do,as long as they’re not causing harm.
You are not the judge and jury, and motivations are not to be assumed.
I’ll spend a year describing various degrees of swamp ass if I feel like it. I’ll expose trauma and finger paint with diarrhea if I feel like it.
Nothing gets between your relationship with a blank piece of paper, because we’re alive, and the systems of the cocksuckers can’t get to that. Not over here.
I’ll do it forever and I’m not what people think I am ,and that observation doesn’t matter at all.
It’s fine. You go to work. You do your shit. Try to have fun where you can. Try not to get addicted to sleep.
It’s muggy as fuck today. The sweat is starting to flow, running stair towers and lugging materials. Better than the alternative, could be flipping hamburgers, or stocking shelves, or being worried about some other nonsense.
dawn 