its raining misfortune When the time comes… Love is in the present, in sometimes very fleeting moments of recognition. A Sterling Breeze Reclaiming feminism from the clutches of the consumerist, neoliberal model You’ll never find Me I’ll never find You Still Exiting the dream Location Anywhere Monday’s feel like the day after Spring Break a Laundry Run Vulnerability felt so true This is a good present! introspectabilia naked summer pines woozy in the sunlight beauty and morality a character sketch context Neigborhood traffic reminders (to slow down) Business as usual Mondays, a cold and mindless haze Humbled Its just some inner wave the speed of life stunting the imaginations of what we really feel (Library music plays) Dame Irs has a message for you… ‘One aspect of respecting something is being interested enough in it to try to understand it’. See their eyes were watching god and not the changing seasons; they were fooled by the idea of perfection. this generation’s moral compass has Technical Difficulties advertising is an additive people are the internets food source Love is for sale It is quite natural to build myths you can’t kick invisible burdens let’s see how far we can go in our own direction lie in the shade Prisoners blinded by the sight of yet another monotonous day Here we are wandering through an enchanted forest. Alive, in awe, and agape. Blind to the roots, with Buy in or sell out Doubts Used, obsolete its ironic that irony is a pleasure Stripped + Robbed Land Free What an idea of Congeniality! some words rest in a funny realm rough edges, the stuff brains dreams are made of looping silent voices A collection of spots, inner thoughts, that may one day be, wind you can’t see; only how it hits the birch trees. Malediction Epistemology anxious times await alice in wonderland. push the clouds away try not to make things too hard it’s up for grabs now, locate your vital impulse The morning is gay blue bright Cardinal Song, and Sunflowers slumped unsure but still as sure as sunlight honeysuckle Banality The Real thing ………… Everything felt Will soon melt Ideas can’t grow in isolation we need mirrors we’re judges at loggerheads with ourselves How much can you ask from one day? it’s a battle Off Broadway slow growth Tangential transference, Bioluminescence Ecosystem vs Economic system What you see is what you get (for now) an abandoned bucket list Gutterball there are dangers to enlightenment like clickbait What happens when you can no longer make money off the madness? let this idea congeal this is how the story goes We live in a deadzone Where we must Suppress our manic States In order to accommodate. Anxious undercurrents Are the current trend, but I hear your repressed emotions They aren’t delusional Notions Safe to say life is A bunch of Bipolar currents Wave after wave wavering autonomy, a dancing dichotomy. there are many ways to look at this Hot & Cool One rabbit in One rabbit out Homogenized minds, many more moons, Waxing, and waning some things better left unsaid shackled in neoliberal idealism Managing anxiety is just a game of whack a mole Friday the 13th sunshowers Hopscotch Singing in the rain Libra moon Lingering past noon Hyacinths Forget me nots Festooning round Gloom Mourning doves and Cardinal directions Sonorous Resonant Resurrections When you understand These words You’ll get the connection This place is a merry mausoleum A gift and a graveyard Mirror Image Hazy optical illusion push and pull twist and shout Make heads sway take yur lumps, accept humble defeats steady incremental accumulation humbling moments it’s just personal maintenance work in progress. Thinking about today talking About tomorrow Insights Anxiety Nothing but sorrow What have we been whittled down into Over the course throughout the years Pressed for time Moving Time we all know the cost measured reticence, deadstock thoughts a Mirage of 30 years ago Hazy waves of independence … Drifting a Hegelian Hustle, trial and error inhibiting inights, of course this is par for the course seasons of collective grieving Today someone will say serendipity Tomorrow we’ll just call it You, me, just us Perfunctory deep fried delinquents, watching the full moon Crashing Currents on seaside rocks. It’s okay to be broke emotionally Foraging your mind needs to take a shit sometimes advance through the stages could have beens and apathies these are laps of life Double exposure… first impression, then second Beating a dead horse refreshing the screen Pain quilted into armour a long hot shower what goes without saying, what stays without going Writer’s block and blocks of fervent writing indefinitely self defining coming to light ironically present setting things in motion You know the drill catching up with oneself, or else you can’t light your path these Autumn Leaves Drag along in nature, in nurture along unconscious unintended paths kicking and screaming Communicating competing thoughts some bits don’t land, that’s the panful part no go zones Steps reliving trauma, priors perspectives the evidence is clear clean the slate Checkmate. There’s Too much to write with invisible ink Heavy Sytnax Associated pressure important intonations all the necessary embellishments and metaphorical finish lines. How deceitful is introspection? Ignited vices? Keep writing We’re all healing, always Arrivals and departures Affirmations and consequences Balancing acts, and performative everything just before the unmasking have a good time on earth personal constitution , withstanding, not withholding keep zooming out Abolishing assumptions and expectations Everyone expresses the true nature of their being everything you see is as it should be projections suppressions, expressions all the same good weather, bad weather, laughable conditions change for the better, still no better; dreams in the wind the urgency of becoming and everything in between things ain’t what they used to be. I’ve been pensive outlining narratives Growth Spurts respectfully disagreeing with myself Life itself has made many attempts at my life. Bullets, and landmines of anxiety unsettle me daily Everyday is a Renaissance, but all day there is reticence making the Rich Mans Fertilizer in a Domestic Dystopia going through the motions changing seasons long slow reels Trusting the process, and other sounds. on a Normal Day, Could haves Occur and dissolve with few derivatives seasoning delirious days there was another place we dreamt of when we were young with no fixed agenda, Hot Blue, and interesting oasis a train of Soft Winds and our inherent nature. there are helps and hindrances we’re Superconnected to eachother in separate sanctuaries home and away ties tomorrow is that ONE assumption walk through the shock corridor slowly take a look, are the plants actually growing? applaud nature commitment to details “CURIOSITY IS AS MUCH THE PARENT OF ATTENTION, AS ATTENTION IS OF MEMORY.” Everyone Has Tickets to the show seasoningg “Life begins on the other side of despair” Act ? Scene ?: Where does this moment stand in the play of life? Your presence takes precedence beyond bad faith Don’t change minds, open them adjust your eyes find meaning in the monotony leave room for growth life is a beautiful process lessons blowing hot and cold being wishy washy, asking hard questions. Whatever makes you stronger “It is better to deal with people who have intuition now. You see they don’t know what they are doing. The ones who do know what they are doing, haven’t proven anything” “The expression of all individual imagination is what I call harmolodics and each beings imagination is their own unison, and there are as many unisons as their are stars in the sky”. What others are doing just isn’t part of your curriculum daydream to island music own your Isms. some people do a whole lotta talkin to be sayin nuttin some don’t make sense in present tense anything to pass the time. when a fire starts to burn insert non sequitur, insert your own slow history Unfortunately we only exist to the extent that we share take more shots “Chance favors the prepared mind.” find your people Now I see how it happens, the walls collapsing like a deflating parachute in kindergarten gym class. Of course straddling the line so often, this was just the the space I occupied Not beating aging, the Oldsmobile feeling, nothing healing Altered Images, There is only now that is real, and even that feels fictional because it is spliced together with memories of the past to create a narrative. Preaching to a choir who can’t sing, theory and practice are two different things many are Calibrated to societies every whim We’re holding up broken mirrors to each others faces Haven’t we all been fooled Getting the security we want not what we need missing the point One day everything is dead along the trail then another day it isn’t For All Those Other Times seek simple wonders arbor daze a tree’s gaze dated thoughts, dated fashion the small things have added up imperfectly Someone has to record this the good mistakes, the bad mistakes the silhouettes take stock, take inventory what itch isn’t being scratched? life is basically a b-roll a packet of Crisps Poor Sports Selling Guns zombies and cougars footprints in the snow i think that’s how it goes… no six figure contract note to self (indulgence): be unalgorithmable! get the bun out of the oven it’s almost over now “If you seek tranquility do less” the wind blows both ways; the crazy thing is how alone you have to be in this world to feel a part of it. “Philosophy requires only what your nature demands”. Paused screens, and Personal Prisons. these are some days in the life. Moving Units (each day) A record of how things occurred. don’t Keep pulling the wrong thread. we should be having our debates in outer space for perspective. destination moon! “Learn to ask of all actions why are they doing that. Starting with your own”. shocker! this is a course in personal discourse a fight for attention autonomy theory and practice. My rendition of the 70 and 80s circa 2000 was as hedonistic as the original era. Basically what happened. Radical Tourism banked thoughts Beech Winds the best seat in the house! Bachata surfing some groovy tangents stretched out theories; a reach. Solitude feel the way forward If we seek what we lack, we find it when we learn to love ourselves Things must ascend and descend for there to be harmony keep scoring points Don’t shovel when it’s still snowing, wait for nature to unfold…be patient with people We never stop loving, leaving our hearts open Like raindrops falling each unique, but similar hitting the pavement joining the others, covering the earth. Keep reading the book and the story will reveal itself reciprocate this, repeat this don’t get ground down in moral twilight like a Taskmaster GET FAMILIAR WITH YOUR FLUCUATIONS THE DREAM STATE appropriate; We’re a long way off yet… WEATHER THE dampening affect MAKE an ever so slight adjustment EACH DAY AN UNDULATION (IT’S JUST A passing fancy) DO the right thing antihero… PAUSE. AT RUSH HOUR PAY ATTENTION TO THE strange willow OVER THERE BATTLE YOUR WITS eventually YOU’LL HAVE fun at recess AGAIN THERE’S A thousand ways to waste today You can burn the mattress but does it even matter? The writing is on the walls we build around ourselves… THESE ARE PAINTED, CERTAIN BLUES the journey to nowhere Is a pleasant one THERE’S NO CATCH AND i’M OT full of it JUST USE THE buddy system, WE NEED EACH OTHER LIKE OXYGEN LEARNING AND LETTING THESE LEARNINGS LIVE WITHIN the matter is at hand It’s just too easy to be conventional plain. keep adjusting your antennae. The reception will be fuzzy but at times you’ll tune into the right channel. we all appreciate people willing to veer into the enchanted areas of our emotions. i know… too fresh, gettin soft… Seeking foreign feelings amigos, dog walks imagine what’s behind the curtains active resistance? trap door? tell me more about paris? I’m ctrl+P projecting, in a verisimilar way-masking. pass on the change up, it’s just the end of a sentence, crazier things have happened to these words. (THATS MY signature smash) SOME OF THESE THINGS WILL AGE WELL, SOME OF THESE THINGS WON’T I’M fine WITH blind alleys genesis In a certain place uncertain, Learning to trust me It’ll never be good enough it’ll just be Both stories sitting here between the two are true, RUNNING IN CIRCLES IN AN EMPTY ROOM overnight sensations paid attention, perfect attendance let’s Call this will i know you when you’re older mostly mallards