20.6.07

With The Nerves Of The Bumblebees #2


This is the human condition like looking through the sunroof at the stars overhead late at night is feeling infinite,like sitting on rock banks that over look rippling-murky summer lakes is relief,like dark-lonesome-echoing bus rides in a strange city is the emptiness amidst the adventure,like regrettably drunken nights of chain smoking-falling flat on your face-shit out of luck and bleeding emotion out your pores is tragedy,
like a tank of gas is freedom, and a starry night and open road is hope.

and I stole that last line from a song
like i stole the right to feel this way
when I gave up,shut down, made a mockery of extremities, and threw out any of my sincerity,credit, or ability to self compose.

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