Get

 get some sleep kid....
your lips will blow up...
your sugar demon is flaring

lows and highs happy times and heart pains.

falling too fast...and trying to smoke my way out.

long hair disguise

a sense of utter denial.

i said get some sleep
kid

man....
guy...
what ever you think you are.

dietary nutrition

i cant hide this...it is in plain sight...no wall or stone to navigate....my heart....in a stupid fucking blog.how fucking dumb am i? i missed the joke..or became it all together. i hate walls...and your need for them. let someone else help you build more walls... im busy tearing mine down...and putting their structure into foundations...upon which i will build a dynasty. the worst part is you see it too...the immoral ghosts stuck in situational limbo...three life divorces later..if you saw death coming...would you be less surprised by its gentle touch? more coughing for the coughers.  more caffiene than a coffin.  my life's gas tank is buried past full. now watch me make ground.

blood

maybe it is me....that sends love packin
g....maybe its my
shaking nerves/trembling lips 
breaths like corduroy...skin made of sand paper.
im not one to deny proof....

or to continually

  hint prais
e

Mental tail spin

so here we are again...
the lights are all flashing warning signs
and emergency back up plans are already initiating

the same old same old...professional crash test pilots.
closer the ground approaches.. offering the same  messy ending.

a splatter on a windshield, with wreckage for the scientists to devour.

how i keep waking up in this position....hands clutching the planes steering wheel.
with lives on the line, and futures to be allowed...
your own...
personal...
god..


i dont know.

but im back...spotting my landing...checking the gears....
and hoping the ground is soft.

surfing ///era shift

repeater

An undressed state of mind, and a fitting topic,
short as ever, but still, on I linger.
Ahead in new directions of self worth
and noticing strength in everyday life.
Like lifting your head off your pillow each morning,
small victories painting little pictures that make grand images.
Past the usual sights with their usual conversations,
most of them can't smell the smog from the trees.

Autopilotiers ,
simplicity in its highest regard,
leading to a big bang.

Extinction,
and a new chance for the privileged

A cloud casts a shadow of doubt,
but it's only filled with belief
weightless matter
clouds inside of cages
kind of like books,
with no pages.

shelby

sophisticated hard working elegant lady
beyond description and years ahead of her time

loving youthful and new to me
but not  going to escape...ever

realistic optimist gaining opportunities
while stealing my words, thoughts,
and kissing intently.

you have a package coming.

sickness

Your responses indicate that you have a normal desire to share yourself with others. However, this need is not being adequately fulfilled at present.
As a result, you unconsciously attempt to treat this emptiness with momentary interests and temporary passions. If left unaddressed, this imbalance leads to impulsive behavior and unnecessary risks.

Past betrayals have left you generally suspicious of others’ behavior, particularly regarding romantic relationships. You fear you may be exploited if you open yourself too fully. Consequently, you often seek some proof of a new friend’s or lover’s sincerity before you decide to trust them.
Further complicating your relationships is the anxiety you have about your unfulfilled personal and professional goals. You fear that you’ve made decisions that weren’t in your own best interest, or failed to take advantage of opportunities when they presented themselves.

The desire to overcome these challenges sometimes lead you to seem pushy or even arrogant. Because this competitive urge is not always apparent to others, they are often surprised by it.
However, the passion that underlies your desire for success is unique. This makes you unlike others. You cannot simply accept what life has to offer; you aspire for more.

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my dad always tells me to blog...
and that i should blog
because thats how people hear you these days
with their electronic ears in the front of their face


but i think i have kept this here for myself.

and maybe 8 other people who might want higher friend counts.

who knows

rip terry

forecast: sunny with a chance of beat balls

forecast: rain

its allthere.. just look...all the distortion or harmony you desire..right in front of you.....
all the sights you want to see...
perfect spinning barrels
perfect happy smiles
perfect vomiting drunks.
all perfectly belonging to your eyes.
we could use a visual bleach...a saturated fat filled with the need for isolation.
people on quests for life, starting at death..then moving forth.

when the world feels like it's ending...arcade fire will set you free.

the quest for our depths

im embarrased by what i see..not what i can be

i bought a surftech to erode the california coastline