Another day



Dervish dancing
Laughter
Good food
Cowboys
Little doggies
Little boys
Trampolines
Spring

Dirt
Done and doing it
Adventures
My place 
In your arms
Plans
Making
Things
Doing things

Not doing things
Laying down
Suspended
Crawling round
I love you
I love you
Ahhh uuvv ooohhh
I love this ground
I love this now

S words
I live by the sword
Oh lord
Water fighting
Shadowboxing
Shaolin
My love
Your humor
Word play
Ahhh uuvvv oooohhh

"The opposite of war isn't peace it's creation"

Mark, my favorite rented character.

 Winter thoughts in a spring season. Ahead, plan ahead. Stay now. But fuck, how, oh how? The now is a flux. Shifting and moving. Lack of trust creates villians of shady character. But just human. Just stage. Just a character. Whose laughing? Shits not funny! Except holy shit. Wow just fucking wow. It's hilarious how we bind ourselves. Blind ourselves. Then judge others. Eyes be sticky. Attention to the attachment. 

End thoughts. Since the beginning there has been this dreaming of an end. I hope for better thoughts. Except, pray tell what are thoughts? 

Accept
Pray
Tell
What are your thoughts?

Why do we think them? Why do we think them real? Manifest. Awww man. What a load of trippy, hippy, dippy bullshit. Just a toe in. Foot in a mouth before I find a hole to put my soul in.

Unmolded, yet aged. 
Unfolded, so swayed. 
Unspoken, now rage
Fuck that
Fuck this page

So few moves on the stage yet. Time will tell. Best know. Best to know it's unknown. 

Times up. 
Time to do dirt
Be dirty
Be shiny
Here it goes
Oh look my last fuck!

Well at least it's beautiful outside. 



 

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