Ugh
I could stab someone right in the eyeball, maybe with like,an icepick?
Which naturally leads me to wonder
“what kind of liquid lives in an eyeball?”
Maybe it’s white, maybe it’s clear, maybe it’s full of blood?
What kind of liquid is in an eyeball?
I bet it’s got a funny smell 🤔🤔
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Sometimes I can’t even think about the divine.
It’s when the sun is out,
Just too much.
Don’t get me wrong,it’s too much at night too, but some days man…
I gotta draw these fuckin blueprints,and I’m grateful that I do.
I’m grateful that a task feeds me and fuels my car and allows me the joy of buying guitar pedals ,,
But if you look up?
(not now)
Well said, not fucking now because I got shit to do.
Can’t be frittering brainpower because it’s like tugging on a loose thread.
Mother fucker unravels.
(careful with that)
No joke.
No fuckin joke man.
Easy with your thoughts,save the heavy ones for when you’re alone and free to think.
Otherwise you’re just fucking up other areas of your life,which is.. which is fragile.
Delicate.
Vulnerable.
Important to a degree.
(you like to eat?)
If course I do, and what’s more “I love to work”.
I love beating the task.
You just fall out of love with the task sometimes,and I assume that’s natural at my age..
Soooo.
No bigs.
dawn 