"I'm no musician but the pain has been instrumental/ my sense finally tune the instruments of - of - of/ of being lonely, of being lost, of being loved, of being human/ man I could use a metaphor but I can't get beyond this shit/ I could use someone to talk to"
- saul williams
i walked into math class today. it smelled like girl. perfume and lotion. made me feel tired - of this school. and i stayed buried in my hood..sleeping through the class.
it's weird trying to write..thinking about all of the people i know who read this. sifting through the polaroid faces in my mind. i keep forgetting what you look like. and i dreamt about you two nights in a row. i wish i had wings. and i wish you weren't grounded.
what now? what next?
i once slept on a trampoline. one of those giant ones. with some of my friends. and the stars were falling. we laughed at stupid jokes. the stars were falling - falling - falling like mad.
right now seems like a good time for soap and bubbles and radiohead - the bends. bubble-bath.
from beginning to end: saul..
"are your tales of reality worth their sonic laced discussions?"
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mood: serenity..for what it's worth.
music: "fake plastic trees" -radiohead
