crackle crackle songbird.
voice leaves warm.
stay.
ink on.
dirty face welcomes me.
sweat reminds me.
like a sponge I consume.
i exude to you myself.

summer's song seems fleeting (somtimes.)
I have been enjoying myself lately.
Music really kicks my ass, I am trying to explore some older music, but to no avail as of yet.

saying 'fuck' aloud.

Moving units' song "I am" is kicking my ass.

its ok with me.
the weekend was good.
waking up. waking down.
water wets and surrounds us in sound.
waving good day.
erasing a frown.
painting what we say.
breathe with the trees.
aloud.

sunshine drip drops.
clock tick tocks.
time goes nowhere.
sometimes.
crash crash
boom boom.
nevertheless,
I am smiling.
neverthemore,
I am smiling.
it may be behind an iron face,
its there.

sometimes i just got hung up when i dont get everythhing out. i dwell. i dont expect the same in return, i really dont. sometimes i just forget what i expect or dont. so then i dwell. its going.

today at work I slept in a van and read a chapter in a textbook. and i got paid.

i got you a present. i'll wait until then to give it to you.

i check my email like a burn victim pressing the button for more morphine, only I find no solace as the machine and wires check for "electronic-faceless thinking of yous." I suppose just like a person with charred flesh and singed hair, my need to press the button will too recede.