a friend published a quote, words referring to the ties between one's identity and one's level of production, words which in themselves are meaningful only to the extent of one's connection to the syllables therein, a soothing sense of syntax which smoothes over the ragged inches of skin exposed to the elements, sitting still has never been so difficult.......................
an assemblage of noisy imagery and jittery thoughts rattles inside of my skull, the motivation is missing, left in neutral, shoulderbound, this colorful machine entertains, ahem, distracts from whatever it is, was and could ever be, i forgot that there is no tomorrow, the warranty is up................
share the stoke, it resonates today, as with the return of all adventures in the past a slow burning of desire still flickers, a sadness overcomes, the flame must be extinguished in order to achieve an equilibrium here, learn from the past, look around right now, but the future does not exist, do not be fooled....................
