There’s a broken string on that guitar, you just can’t see it.
Life’s not always the way you want it…
The world from inside a metal box
..like the opposite of a off colored Giraffe.
sun setting in the desert,
A gorgeous eye in the sky with nothing to see
Drunk, high , loaded …
Toodles I’m out..
And the torn cluttered mist of thought becomes a break through in society’s benefactor towards the great monument that beholds its true colors of what the solitude can accomplish in its traverse of time…
Incept the happenings that began the . .
I love ….
All of it ..
And dint want to let go
.. At all
So I wont.
Hammer time
.. Bitches
I can’t sleep
Answer questions with exclamations,
maybe then you will figure it out..
Suppose you find what you ate that lingered your satisfaction. Learning shall be a process.
Pictures of my thoughts will reappear. Gathered I suppose.