this is probably the easiest way for me to post, which is why I’ve now made it officially a part of my page (http://bgkarma.cjb.net). hope everyone likes it. because what it means is that you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.
tonight, quiet, ready to go to bed, not much else. feeling blah, out of it, tired, uninspired, all the rest of those icons you can choose . . . maybe. in unmodern times you couldn’t do any of this, but were probably just the same. probably had the same capacity for happiness and expression. now we have more freedom, perhaps, but more complexity, and therefore more confusion, fragmentation, unable to really focus. a problem I’ve had since school.
a “friend” said, “I’ve read it right here, your numerology charts say you’re not a built writer. you’re not a natural.” I thought, then, well I’m going to fight against all that shit, because it’s what I want. the charts can go off and say and do something else in the meantime. my writing is going to steal some cars. it goes immoral. I have to bring it back, bail its ass out.
when I look up, the fan is spinning, people are spitting from rooftops. I did that off a tower and was escorted off and felt like hell like I should die like I was misunderstood for being that way – really rotten – all the way to my core. I stopped spitting off high places. I look up with all the soap in my eyes, which tells me, that feeling tells me it’s time to go to sleep, if not just a nap and then get back up (for more of this).
the world pries in and reads my damn journal. I don’t want to hide so much. I could change my mind, but this flows for now . . .
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