dawn

I mean, where do you put your bullshit ?

Gotta go somewhere, gotta drop it in the toilet , beats the alternative.

I’d wager that verryyyyy many people just walk around with it, in fact I know they do,

Shame proof. This cracker shameproof.

The eternal wobb knob ,out in the wild.

Exhale for it.

No apologies.

Go fuck yourself 🤣

Something with a cool beat hits the playlist, something up, a nice mix of majors and minors.

I’d worry about me if I didn’t find that, if I didn’t dig it so much, If I didn’t love cats and dogs, if I didn’t care about ma, if I didn’t love my friends, if I didn’t love the natural and have a legit respect for it.

No malice, no outward,, no ill will.

Just going, and it makes a lot of fuckin racket and I got nowhere for it. Nowhere to put any angst , any hope, any hope.

That’s the whole equation.

No artist, no art, nothing cool,

Also nothing sad, nothing finished , nothing wrapped up, nothing wishing for other human beings to hurt, to be othered or any of your fucking catch phrases.

Just alive.

Grateful for what is great. Thankful for what is full.

Jusssst the audience to it.

Not what you think.

Getting better every day.

Lotta swings, lotta misses.

I fear the day when I stop swinging.

I had this original phrase.

“I’m not afraid of my shitty thoughts, I’m afraid of having NO thoughts”

good enough motherfucker.

I love you too.

You shallow fuck.

You surface level cocksucker.

You lousy little follower you, you dancing whore, you panderer .

I love the fuck out of you.

You ain’t what I think.

And I ain’t what you think.

And you don’t get to tell me to stop.