I surf the kinetic energy of the zeitgeist, looking for that book that won’t let go, I need it, want it, but I never throw away a book that isn’t working. No, I lie to it and say, I’ll be back later sweetums. I promise.
This is a hero. She went for no other reason than the world is wrong and wants it fixed. She doesn’t get a retirement check someday or college money or because the judge said. She went to demand we heal what’s sick Fuck, where are my balls to do the same!
not there mental fog gone forever
he did the job he came to do sacrifice and now the mighty warrior can sleep well his battle done.
There is nothing so hollow There is nothing so glum When man is obliged to think But doesn’t
I dream of ghosts and regrets and never could have beens haunted by mistakes and circumstance ravaged by the demons of disappointment and depression but I wash the dish anyway because maybe tomorrow’s dinner might just be better
Everyting ends Which is sad but remember It is also a new Beginning so Buck up little soldier The battle continues
i wonder does Madonna’s shoulder taste like dandruff and sweat or the dirty polluted East Village music scene likely it doesn’t matter if she’s sharing
as a youth i lived in the sun and played with fire When i became an adult the sparkle dwindled and whats left now is only smoke stained ashes.
am born know nothing live blindly die assuming everything learned is wrong