a severed connection and brevity of wit can’t contain the disdain of a life left unlived keep it plain, keep the change in your heart as a currency, i see my clouded eyes, and this alone worries me. a worry from eyes catching pain that paints plurally, bootstrap yourself to infinite concurrency. your past and your future are one and the same, a nothing by definition devoid of blame. a catcher of whims and dim machinations, but awakening eyes lose the gray without patience. a strength from within and a careless without, when stripped of his new clothes the emperor proud still will stand on a precipice, what puts him there? hierarchy an artifice, we all lay bare.
pressing a moment for all that it’s worth, then the next and the next and so on and so forth, and i guess it is evident how this could be boring if one cannot bear to tell one’s soul new stories, a common thread theme that is weaved into glory, vast interconnection irreducible core be.
fibonacci spirals hint vast and ignored tapestry painted on canvas stretched, boards and a ground that supports it, and physical laws, and still fearful of pigment scribed 2-D flat jaws of a monster you painted, you’re not your self portrait, you’re infinite change everlasting contortion, manifold presence of hints serves to jar, to look deep within one must not look so far.
why is it that everything seems related? oh yeah…because it is.
more road words
Consistently comparisons distilled into time-barren drum concede that although do not run this world, they create a new one It’s past the vast indefinite or before the lore contentious that explore the floor dimensions implore more than core deceptions like “a definition’s definite” it’s because of this you wept when change was brought arranged conception of an alternative Destined.
Come pick a confusion from out the delusion bowl candy-like coating … but the center’s institutional pick a line and loosely pull runs the risk of usual noose-knot by your hands you tooled hang from it till knowing fooled
Reign the kingdom only ruled by yourself, your mind, your tomb rebirth come eventually like the tides upon the seas
fright decide to dam the wells up remorse, no recourse to tell of but to keep seeming developed I am I, imploding relic.
Contain the sprain of brain in hand and jealously of worlds demand that somehow they should fall and land inside a realm you understand
simple self set up the plans and others set out towards the grand delusion, changes core and crams confusion into grasp like sand
re-fusing till the core relation shows itself, a deafened nation learns to hear the sounds of neighbors once they are not all complainers
setting out for land imagined not quite what your self was plannin sure should be this way, examine differences define the pattern
Words from the road
Philosophy’s staying impossibly playing with time and our minds are not distant, but plain- ly dissonant we rebound the difference stained with indiffidence laugh at lost innocence. Guiltily incidence claims lives and decadence belies a transferrence known to not man but but us, switching the lanes changes views and found truths, and no short list of lives we’ve decided to sample thus.
Rain of contained hate decided this can’t wait derided my own way and clashed with the cold clay. If anything mold may we still have been told they are different than how play my system it’s loud plain we missed em when allowed change least this one did dug grave from bliss till in sudden saving light and it started staying bright like a tended flame, still flickers now but who’s to blame? Bickering rules games don’t serve to amuse maze my mind has been twisted, trained, blinded, contused— thanks. When all of this school’s pranks are taken from fool ranks the masses will gather and proffer profuse thanks.
tits TITS titties big ol’ titties cute little titties two pairs of tits tits on horseback snow tits tits with tattoos tattoos of tits arty tits apocalypse tits.
that is all.
leaving soon
slowly, gently stepping away from the people i know, time seems more slippery. everyone running around me, laying plans, and i’m just floating. stick a hand out and see what wants to stay, grasp at a wraith and i feel it dissolving. time it still takes just as long as always but seems for me it’s disappeared like all my other stories a thousand best laid plans of mice and men in all their glory unfold to show a wrinkled map and this is what your core be.
IT LIIIIIIIVES!!!
new front wheel, front racks, handlebar bag, bar ends, bar tape, front brake, front tire, rear shifter, rear derailleur, rear wheel, chain, converted from 7 speed freewheel to 9 speed cassette, trued and tensioned both wheels…
i can’t breathe. this is awesome.
giant rainproof rear panniers, 2 man tent, 32 degree sleeping bag, sleeping bag liner, balaclava, warm gloves, bike gloves, arm warmers, leg warmers, chamois, long johns, camp stove, knives, sporks…
either/and
if i can’t follow the line that i set out for myself, who cares? how far despaired is the social laissez-faire? not as much as the air for our participationing said i’d sit on the sidelines, sucking souls impatiently but assuming sight i see that i cannot be this like day ain’t night i’m constantly competing with abject fright and beating the shit out of it like a bride of a fucking drunk hick trained continuous fight only against those against whom he knew he could whine i mean all that i become is synthesized/ atonal drumbeats combining the antipodes negates the ego’s thumpings keeping up with currencies and other time-based lumpings but favoring the instantly eternal all and nothing.
tour prep 2
today was a good day. designed my bike buckets, bought the hardware for them, and got a bunch of camping stuff. one cool idea i had: mounting my cool camping knives holster on the inside of one of my bike buckets.
what i got:
unassembled bike buckets lights 2 long sleeves infinite t-shirts, undies, socks warm jacket rain jacket lock tent sleeping pad, bag, bag liner sporks, knives, can opener pepper spray nook bungee cords lovin’
what i need:
bike shorts arm/leg warmers warm gloves sandals soap stove more lovin’
