Sorry about that last bit, anger is a mother fucker. It’s a weird spot, found myself in a weird spot. Lashing out.
I invite either.
Press harder or abandon.
I’ll be fine either way.
Wish I could be a monk , with my cat. Full time working, working on silencing the mind. Mad respect for those folk, they know something I don’t.
Don’t let it get to you, no external force, you keep the mind strong 💪
Monkey mind, grabbing at any shiny objects, constantly, mother fucking cocksucking constantly, every waking hour of every day, year after year.
Head needs motor oil. It gets tired,ya know?
Exhausted. You think reading this is a chore? Try living it. So much fuckin friction,day in,day out. And nowhere to put it, send a prayer to a dead God, chant a mantra that you don’t really believe, hide your face from the eye,, exhausting.
Yes, it’s all exhausting and without much clarity, my bad.
Viva la underdog
dawn 