Saturday, June 30, 2012
It turns out that Honey Whiskey (and conversation), mixed with copious amounts of espresso (mangoes and strawberries, too), cigarillos and blues, create the appropriate mixture for dreary-eyed, late night investigations. I call them mind expansions, so open your mind, expansions. Burn the morning crazy, hour by hour, fill yourself with the sickness and watch that evil sun rise. Know! You have conquered the world!
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Yesterday was the anniversary of tomorrow was the hope of yesteryear. Today is when I think of you thinking of me nine years ago and one day into eternity. I would never be awake this early in the future of my past but I am, oddly, considering that you (a woman) are a ghost (a lady) are a horizon (a human). Sometimes my dreams make me question my reality makes me question my sanity. But truly, my problems are petty compared to last month five thousand and thirty-two half-years into the future and nine years and one day since nine years and one day ago; on the precipice of another love failure, you make me smile (or at least your ghost, your horizon).
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
This lame paranoia made me surprised this herb is illegal in Louisiana. Of all places, Louisiana! Well, I still listen to my music loud and sometimes I search for your smell on my linen, but I don't crave it. (My bad trip taught me to smell another). I taught a young Padawan about heartbreak today. That's how life is sometimes...lame paranoia, bad trips, lost smells, and heartbreak. Smile. The music is still fucking loud.