there is a price to pay
you get into something
you don’t know what
that price
comes for you
later
an arrogance
flares
swells red
focus
on the intuitive aspects
top of the head
over
reactions
over
throw/thrown
shovel coal
an upset, a feeling hurt
music playing slightly over management chucking it up with some corporate outside of door. typically insincere. this makes me more and more want to be myself. in other words, to just let it fly, not be like a little mouse. as I passed by, they were joking about a new age church here in town, saying how the materials we’re printing for them are pornographic. how is that pornography? I thought. again, didn’t challenge them on it; it’d get me no where. but how is that pornographic, fliers for some seminar on how to increase your sexual stamina or whatever? so many of us attribute anything sexual with feelings of guilt, something that may be done only in some hidden chamber, never talked about… don’t feel much like talking. I’ve entered a quiet state. I have next week off from school because of spring break, so I look forward to enjoying that time to myself more, and maybe writing more. perhaps working on a new project.
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