overall, i had a lovely time that day. hung out with someone very greatness cool, smiles, random conversations and scenes with colorful thoughts, laughing, stories, lakes, gravy cheese, wanderings and wondering whens by the amazing squirrel tree and the white grave stone rock. looking away to not let the other one see it, yet knowing he could, driving the words away to some other place far away but still in the back yard of where the drive came from, fun although.
i tripped in a cemetery and messed up my toe, coldness, jackets, scarves, piggy back rides. purple and blue bursa joint tie dye stained, pain pills, limps, hops, and imaginary yells under my breath: i make it through another day at the job place, in a haze, not sure still if it really happened, if i am still here or there, or if i am about to wake up on thursday morning still last friday night's dream, (!) who are all these people? and why am i here, what is this think on my breath? why do i do this? what is that in front of my nose, since when have i been wearing glasses, who just said my name...?
2 comments:
dude that was quality.
What were you up to? I have a feeling this happened after we picked oranges?
You rule dude. I love your abstract writing. It really makes you think...
thinking breath is awesome... some people are just cool enough to notice it
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