i run to the sea! didnae you hear? it was bleedin, srs

i just have a lot of feelings today

got ticketed today for texxt-while-driving today, i tried to explain i was reading the satanic verses, on account of it was in my lap but i think the arresting++issuing officer --Zed Rayyan-- just thought i was a weirdo, he wrote the whole ticket,
came back and we talked about his name, he's from new zealand and people usually guess he's middle-eastern (intending syrian, on account of there was that militarized zone in syria when releavant whitepeople people used to fight in syria x-nmber of years ago)
i guessed asia, not that he rippedup the ticket over our flirt

tow emailed this essay i wrote to this piddly publication lady at ucsd hadley mendoza and i tried to go to the interview but shitcameup
rode in a hurry with my bag of juices and assay of who i am as a potential to be exhibited for their fanbase. it was the closest i've come to having to see the realname in print wheww

this mother fucker on american idol just tried to cover sam cooke change gon' come; shit's irreparable ----===---> E X I S T E R E : can white dudes do black dude songs? sympathy? empathy? imaginative empathy ? creative sympathy? centuries of subjugation and marginalization?

girlfriend's afraid i'm in love with tam, if only she knew what lies beneath my temple of doom, if only she knew i know what projection is, ten to won they go lookin for each otha after this

dark night of the soul

i knew (+knew+) a simple soldier boy who grinned at life in emptee joy
slept soundly thru ther winter dark
and whistled early with the lark

in winter trenches cowwwed and glum
wiv crumps and lice and lack of rum
he but a pullet through his brain
no one spoke of him again

you smugged-faced krowds with kindling eye
who cheer
who cheer
when soldier lads march by
sneak home
sneak home
sneak home and pray you'll never know
the hell where youf and laughter go



^there's some dead-ass sentiments, try that much sorrow in the sext-genration

have to analyze vonnegut these next few weeks, never realized how weird it would be to do wthat with anything by him except player piano and cat's cradle, but its
the first

time i've heard about fate in a long time (not including any of the traditional european authors or anyone before chaucer) because it's a closed-minded idea i figure, gestalt is way more accurate

gah, i miss bulgakov and hegel and li po and my guys, my dudes: (being in) real-life thinking is all convoluted with emotions and discrepencies and confrontations and lovin and dudes with money and dudes without

pd. I'M A STRONG DEAD MAN