i know not who my enemy is, supposed to be. i’ve had a handful of glasses, just a few bottles. twas a happy day, a lovely, i am glad, i was glad. (but) then you came home. possibly nothing happened. possibly something happened. probably nothing. just a feeling. just a small feeling, i am tired of repeating sentences, tired of the same feelings, i have none. i have none! just a bit, that i make up, to be glad, to be happy, to be joyful, to just smile… what is true is love, real love, love that is raw, and real, no chemicals, all choices, you are, quite simply, my choice… easy…
ladies and gentlemen, exhibit a. last post (now recalled) has been many months past, or at least feels like it, and a drunken babble to say the least. which is not to say i haven’t been writing at all since then – i have been writing in different places, most times in my head.
tonight there must not be a reader in sight, i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know! if i have to be honest…. if i have to be honest… honestly the truth depends on the freshest memory; which one came last, or has touched me the most recent; if she has been nice to me the last time then certainly she is a princess in my eyes, a true angel, a savior. however if she has been cruel then yes she may have been a dictator, a tyrant, whatever word you can come up with. it is so complicated… sometimes i am so so so happy but in some (perhaps rare) cases i feel the entire weight of all the years, the obvious lies, the blatant flirting, the hypocrisy, the selfishness, the insensitivity, the tyranny, oh lord, i am almost crying, (i am sometimes a slave, (what shame!)) i may already be if it weren’t for the kindness i received just recently tonight. but the fresh memory of these pains, my vulnerability, the proximity of these terrors, the probability, the easiness, there you go, i am gushing, i cannot stop, i cannot help it, cannot help myself, help me,
it is a saturday night and i have had just enough beer. i can attest that it can make any sort of experience much much better. yes my mouth sore is ninety percent OK now, so it is not a problem. i am in fact ecstatic to be free from such debilitating pain. . .
i was.. earlier ashamed of writing drunk. the truth is i AM drunk. and i am drunk happy. this is the way i feel.
i had tried to get away today from the structure that i have seemingly gotten myself engulfed in, however, convenience won me over. what the fuck, right. maybe tomorrow. i have no agenda and i have yet to figure out what it shall be.
monday comes so easy… friday comes just as easy… as much as i love my job and how important i feel, i feel that i must fulfill yet another thing, this time for myself. it is for the self that a sense of importance and necessity commands itself, for what purpose and to what end i have yet to see. yet i feel it and it makes itself be felt. so it must be done.
the pull on the throat, the slide you must have felt. go on and sing for the world, sing despite of yourself, under the moon, under which we are drunk, or about to be, or have already been, god help us. god is no where.
a specific medium may be perceived differently in separate occasions: different moods: different meanings. i point this out because tonight’s musical theme is normally reserved for more tired nights, more melancholia than is present currently, however i still felt it was best to have this drive me along now.
despite my prediction of a more drawn out period of distress, a good solid 12 hours of sleep and moringa tea have helped me greatly with my pains and i have been able to function as normal again.
it is impossible for a movement go unheard in the dead of night. while inside i could hear the dogs slobbering over their pilfered toys always something new each day. a slipper a rug a bottle a dress the daily mail. dogs are lovely creatures and i hold mine more dearly than most humans. as dearly as i hold my most favorite humans. i have a suspicion my mother finds this distasteful. which is also understandable as she can be a somewhat jealous mother.
the polarity of quarter-life sentiments breeds future archenemies. you will have the world as either your oyster or your hell. either of which are delusions. where is heaven in this picture? (also a delusion) supposedly absent on purpose; as if it will come to you, in due time, at the end, or some time before the end. didn’t we already talk about this. i did tell you about the folds, right?
desperation used to move me forward, you know. i would go after giants and rose when i fell. however there was one time i waited too long on my knees and i think i eventually resigned myself to a state of mediocrity: : : : spectating, content, neutral. i realize i may have already been swallowed by The Tao, without knowing it. i used to want so much and it fueled me; however it broke me so often too, which makes me think that perhaps this end is inevitable. or maybe i have just become lazy.
what is my life for. not asking anyone, not any god, not signs, not anyone but myself. problem is i wanted to be every thing. what am i now… it’s funny.
couldn’t get on my writing last night — was knocked out for most of the day.
pain is too distracting. and exhausting.
unfortunately it’s not the kind that i can write with.
might have to excuse myself tonight, having another wave of sores. two on inside cheek nearly cured but a third on tongue approaching peak growth and hurts like fuck. so bad. can’t even
been having these as a child never got to get rid of them, there have been a few times in my lifetime where i get several months sore-free, had one such privilege early this year but funny enough when mother remarked how i haven’t been getting them i then started getting them again.
it’s an awful curse, at a time alongside the conception of VRs they haven’t gotten much on this. taking some time to scourge online you can find a handful of discussions people gather to talk about the same thing and how awful it is and doctors never get it right most times, it’s a cult, an underground synergy suffering similarly. god bless these sore stricken mouths deprived of a better life.
right, i am excused for tonight