sitting here, creeping up on midnight, between drawing things with words and speaking with d, *s,wink, nod* i find myself listening too much to a fifth of futurama and wondering what tomorrow means.
i found this..sounds like grandmum and have been tickeled since, i've put adult swim on mute and started scouring my files for anything speckled in black white and grey, anything at all, i'm scrambling over my brain folds for signs of past go and shakink ze shinkin...
the head rolls back clicks into reverb and watches in awe as the clock ticks away and i think about streetlamppost longings and parkbenches and, i return to class on the thirty first... a long time coming..i return to work monday...much needed, and will return to central someday
once these dreams stop clicking on rewind and fastforward without my sense of direction...for now tho, i'll return to black and white bumps and ponder more on sock monkey vs garden gnome..
love me?
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