When your heroes hate you too,
You’ll have a chance to laugh the best laugh.
Completely free and completely removed, riding on a train,
“I do wonder where we’ll go”
I must love stupid things, I’ve paid taxes for so long, I must love stupid things,feeding yourself in, head first.
Meat grinder.
I must love stupid things.
I must.
Do you ponder your mortality?
Ever?
(Of course you do)
And if you could choose what you left behind, if you could hang a stain on a name?
“What would it be?”
(He loved music)
And cats.
And signal flow.
He loved “routing”,
Router rooter ,rooting for the routing.
He was wrong as fuck.
And he loved his mom.
He worked, but god damn did he hate the people he worked next to.
He was sweet for a psychopath.
Wild in his youth.
Had good hands.
Loved someone, turned poison and fucked him up for years.
Years.
He was loyal to the people he liked,
Never backed down from resistance, he knew it was a bitch at heart.
He didn’t steal.
He loved the trees and the wind and the little bugs.
He talked to God when he was a child.
Talked to himself later on..
Wasn’t afraid, he was hung up on how temporary this is.
He knew it.
He liked fuckin with people.
But not maliciously.
A eulogy to self.
(Is there a point to this?)
Was there ever?
Just a mood, just in a mood.
It’ll pass.
(He liked laughing..)
And jerking off!
And making stuff, stuff for nobody,
Stuff with no whore ribbons hanging off it.
Stuff not meant for consumption.
Universe in the skull stuff.
Shadow life stuff.
Secret stuff…
(Stinky stuff)
Sometimes, lol, sure.
Often…
Not the point, never the point.
“He liked the click clack of the keys”
I’m not ready to die, not looking for it.
Might get you anyway.
That’s alright..
Don’t look at me that way. Just passing through.
You’ll be gone too, exhale slow, whether or not you care to put any thought into it, you will too.
That said,
You shouldn’t linger in thought too long.
Shouldn’t plant a mailbox and change your address.
You should walk by, glance at it,then keep walking.
Be grateful for what you have and what you’ve learned and how much is left ā¤ļø
“yearning, yearning,for what’s left of loving” inner universe.
There’s still food on the table.
The things you love are still there š
They’re in motion,like everything else,but they’re still there š
—
I bought a nice blue shirt for work.
I like blue š
dawn 