to write some, just a little. When the mind overflows and the spilling thoughts must be caught through keyboard strokes, before they depart right along with them geriatric folks.
So the pale bright moon needs to come around, please. Right now, the moonlight mile is overpowered by snowflakes with plenty of urban lights. Seriously! can't a person have a moment of unbridled moonlight? I want
things to be clearer like when seeing the silhouette of the crickets when
I squint my eyes. At some point it must not be farfetched because for
some reason I am thinking about it, which could only mean that I must've experienced intimacy with the moon as so described.
I think lavender is a made up scent to go with the more significant color of
the same name. But I think right now I am "made-up" smelling it. There's a
slight scent of contentment, downplayed sweetness in the air. Almost potpourri-ish, but not quite there in repugnancy...like tippy toeing between smelling good and smelling way too good that it hurts through the nostrils.
Life is good, and I can feel that this year is only gonna be better...and every
year will only get much, much better. I can't wait because this is the year
when resilience will be unleashed. And soon it'll find its way to join forces
with craftiness with a pinch of hood; and all three will fuse to form survival,
all along creating the legitimacy of being a rolling stone just like Bob Dylan sings it in his song.
If you haven't noticed, my night has been thought provokingly grinning with tickled thoughts. and with tickled thoughts comes heaviness of the eyelids.
I feel like my eyelids are magnetic negatives and the air around are magnetic positives that weigh just a little over five pounds, just enough to bring the
eyes to shut. I think my last thought is way due, I can no longer refrain, so
I guess a good night wish is overdue. peace be with all of you.
KFC Confidential, 2006
be drunk blogging..
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