Sit down and make something that suits how you’re feeling.
It’s very nice.
You don’t need anything but the desire to do it.
Because it isn’t for anyone.
Education or money, good scenario/bad scenario,
Nothing.
You don’t need a thing.
I pinged the internet and landed in a poker table, these two jackoffs were arguing with each other,, and they were like,,,trying to be funny,
Trying to be clever.
Trying to make a point.
And all of the sudden, I wanted to kill myself again.
(Unworthy foes..)
The mute button comes in handy.
You should hear yourself..
Tell me,,please tell me,,
“How do you keep loving people?”
If you watch them.
If you really watch how they behave.
I know you’re supposed to be picky with your love, you’re not meant to give it away to all these mongrels,,,but really,,,
How…are…you..supposed to keep liking them?
(Higher nature)
Maybe,, shit man,, I like em until they’re comfortable.
I like em until the edges are filed down..
People.
puke…
I go outside and the sun had set, up above was a single engine plane, red lights just a flashing..
I heard the low hum of the engine in the night, I observed the pulsing lights..
“You”
I like you.
I wish I could fly.
I can fly in the headphones.
I can conjure and amuse myself,
It’s not the same though..
I hear Twitter’s a real shit show.
I hear that you see the worst in people.
Welcome to the internet.
Old news.
Been that way since day one.
People trying to be “clever”
They don’t deserve to die, they merely deserve to be muted and so do you.
So….
Kratom’s better than alcohol.
More expensive, for the extract, but it’s a better thing.
Just have to moderate.
And I’ve been off hard drugs for a good while now.
And I’ve refrained from loving anyone.
On the level.
All you’ve got is stories.
You are neither interesting nor captivating.
With just a few more clicks, I could quit it all.
Could be done with it.
Make connections that are worth it.
Stay the goddamn motherfuck away from these animals otherwise.
These monkeys.
Flapping their jaws and waving their arms about.
Planting signs in their yards and pretending like it even fucking matters.
Like it even matters…
(Gonna end cheerful,eh?)
You’re right, I’m sorry,,,I’m the asshole…
Felt good to play.
Felt good to think about the man ,up in the plane, feels good to have the cat resting on my legs, feels good to know that other people have it much worse, the weather has been nice, warm for late October , lack of rain….
Good to be employed.
Even if you resent the systems.
Good to have a couple of friends.
Good that a few people made things worth a shit.
Good to forgive those two assholes, trying to be clever.
Good to be left alone.
Smooches.
dawn 