last night in Rocky Mount. I’ve kept my proud mouth shut for most of the long haul. I scream the worst of the worst in my notebook, and I justify it. it is street art in its purest form. poor man’s psychologist chair. spill ink not blood. so we’ll move into the city and be done with this place, try to be more sane. we keep thinking about how being here has been such a limbo feeling, that life has been on hold. it is really nice for a person to have his own space and flourish in it. you can really go insane when you’re around people all the time. this is probably the last entry until the middle of next week. by then we’ll probably reestablish a connection.
last night
went
up onto
Mill Mountain
nature to
give one
a nice
heartattack
I don’t
mind
anymore
this evening
crashed for
four hours (?)
much needed
I dream of
new floor
plans
dreamt went
into Walmart
type of place
fell face forward
onto the floor
sleeping there
no one getting me
up, a wind swept me
across the tiles
into the wall ahead
underneath the pay phone
people talking
while I sleep
sleep so needed I dream about it
tonight shifted belongings
in garage
so a kind family member
who is helping me out
with the move tomorrow
can get to it easier
the night
getting hotter
ready soon
to go back to bed
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