i am alive and living, loudly and boldly, even if in an attempt to be discreet in deference to those about me but there is still a limit to that...
i am honest even to admit that there is a limit to cultural integration
living enough now with neighbors that are teaching me that there is an end to my embrace
we all dont live the same ways and the natural things that others do irk the hell out of me, unbelievably.
and when your living affects my quality of space, time and life, i have a problem
i am alive and living, loudly and boldly
even when i have an old tapia house to firebomb, the one my girlfriend Pixie grew up in, and a car port to flood and smoke bomb
when i want to go to sleep at 8:30 i would rather not be disturbed, perturbed when that carport is as some kind of suction tunnel to my bedroom and salon. whatever goes on there is just sucked into here. smoking, cooking, heat. voices,/ is there not a limit?
i am alive and living, loudly and boldly
to realize the extent to which tolerance overbears,
impotence paralyzes
but i only remember my friend Chippy telling me all the things I can think to tell a native, they have no wiring, circuit board or mother program to process the ideas I am telling them about consideration, mindfulness, awareness/ and how do you deal with all of this?
i am alive and living, loudly and boldly and sick to heart of all that i have no control over
not living where i choose to be away from being subjective to other;s behaviors and preferences. annoyed at not living on the mountain top where it is just the corbeauxs and breeze, rain and cool to contend with.
god help me
i am alive and living well, boldly and loudly, writing one of those fb posts that make people say good gracious gifts, the girl is grating madness.
i am alive and living well, boldly and loudly and not afraid to show these dark sides in honesty cause i am learning only when you are fortunate to live widely and far enough you discover aspects about life and living and things about yourself that are less than discriminating that does not conform to any idea you had of yourself, previously
how apt this writing at the time of watching the silver lining playbook
this post is nothing other than just that.
if you wish to judge or discern take yourself out of northern refinement and come live in this southern hell hole plantation banana republic labasse
that burns and stinks and oil spills
as they kill us softly quietly
and there aint shit your chicken shit ass can do about it
eat that fava
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i am honest even to admit that there is a limit to cultural integration
living enough now with neighbors that are teaching me that there is an end to my embrace
we all dont live the same ways and the natural things that others do irk the hell out of me, unbelievably.
and when your living affects my quality of space, time and life, i have a problem
i am alive and living, loudly and boldly
even when i have an old tapia house to firebomb, the one my girlfriend Pixie grew up in, and a car port to flood and smoke bomb
when i want to go to sleep at 8:30 i would rather not be disturbed, perturbed when that carport is as some kind of suction tunnel to my bedroom and salon. whatever goes on there is just sucked into here. smoking, cooking, heat. voices,/ is there not a limit?
i am alive and living, loudly and boldly
to realize the extent to which tolerance overbears,
impotence paralyzes
but i only remember my friend Chippy telling me all the things I can think to tell a native, they have no wiring, circuit board or mother program to process the ideas I am telling them about consideration, mindfulness, awareness/ and how do you deal with all of this?
i am alive and living, loudly and boldly and sick to heart of all that i have no control over
not living where i choose to be away from being subjective to other;s behaviors and preferences. annoyed at not living on the mountain top where it is just the corbeauxs and breeze, rain and cool to contend with.
god help me
i am alive and living well, boldly and loudly, writing one of those fb posts that make people say good gracious gifts, the girl is grating madness.
i am alive and living well, boldly and loudly and not afraid to show these dark sides in honesty cause i am learning only when you are fortunate to live widely and far enough you discover aspects about life and living and things about yourself that are less than discriminating that does not conform to any idea you had of yourself, previously
how apt this writing at the time of watching the silver lining playbook
this post is nothing other than just that.
if you wish to judge or discern take yourself out of northern refinement and come live in this southern hell hole plantation banana republic labasse
that burns and stinks and oil spills
as they kill us softly quietly
and there aint shit your chicken shit ass can do about it
eat that fava
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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