listening to old favorites makes me feel like i should be thinking. im not thinking though.

im not allowed to say anything anymore.

im a-gonna beat your steam drill down down down.

on most mornings when I wake up I find that I don't have an idea of who i am or of what i am and the only thing to do is to stand up and walk around the house nodding at the walls and mirrors until i feel normal again.

One of my very favorite things to do is to press my thumb and forefinger against my eyelids and press down and rub my eyes as if to say, "I am a very tired and weary gentleman."

I like that the sky looks like an old person's wrinkled skin in the morning sometimes. Also it is good to see that the wind is blowing. I feel good when I can enjoy doing two things at the same time that seem to not make sense together. Like when I sit on my window sill drinking healthy chinese tea and smoking expensive French cigarette tobacco ( Read more... )

gods bless me.

and on today no winds blowed dust.

its dusty and afternoons not made me tired.

I wish I could sing into this thing, because the moon out the window over the roof is large and low (swing lo) and i am sweating calmly and my face is clean and smooth like a newborn, and very tiny. swing lo, sweet chariot.

once upon a time, a very cloudy breeze blew across my bed. i liked that breeze and the way it felt but i found it difficult to think about. i asked myself some questions that i didnt plan on answering and the breeze blew cloudily and away. i very liked the color of the going away. this is a world, i thought, and that was fine with me. now it ( Read more... )

is cluttered with spiderwebs and dead snakes. i dont necessarily believe in life. wouldnt fight for it or defend it. its something to accomplish. i wish i were a naked animal. i wish i were a naked animal. i wish i were. i would drink from a brook and have babies in the springtime. i would huddle closely and suffer the cold winter. i am ( Read more... )

I often like to lean over a cliff but never to jump. To jump is too great a risk, even when I can see the soft creek rustling below. To lean and look is good enough and more rewarding than most things. Of course behind on the safe side of the cliff is all the things you would rather not consider. A car, a parking lot, a steel building in the ( Read more... )