It would be clever if there was a point, a motivation.
But the idea is simply expression.
Storytelling, self-grandurizing etc, Orr uhh..
I don’t know.
Flow.
Even shitty flow.
Sometimes you’ll hit it and most times you won’t, but there’s nowhere else for it.
Not in my life.
So you do it,and you keep doing it. And you’ll do it as long as you’re alive.
If it’s a performance then go f*** yourself
(everything is a performance)
But that’s not the flavor.
Not the joy or calling.
(take some time, get back to it)
Yes..
I have gone astray and it feels confining.
And I’m pretty upset about that.
I’m also goofy enough to think my way around it, with a good enough imagination you can conjure up a magical carrot at the end of the stick.
After so many miles you might learn how to play tricks on even yourself.
(mildly clever)
But enough to keep going.
So fuck you too.
(thanks bud)
Yep.
dawn 