god?

This world begs to be taken. It gives without reason. To you. Do not prove yourself to this world. It has already accepted your faults and strengths. Take it. It begs to be taken, and you're worth it. One thing keeps us from everything we desire. Ourselves. Our self-doubt. I wouldn't have it any other way. The more we grow, the more we have. Indefinitely.

I take:
people, music, dance, art, laughter, philosophy, health, adventure, passion.

Be stupidly in awe. This life is perfect with every silly emotion. Do not sacrifice this moment for any other. Magic is happening, regardless of any injustice. This very second is the most important. And then the next. No need to force them. Their greatness is vast.

Thank you for this.

god?

This is global. Pain and hope blossoming, withering, churning.
Fact. There. Always.
sorry?
Emotional plan, logical plane and surfing both. Hopscotch.
Make me jealous. Turn the emotional plane resistless.

moment of my life

Abnormal now normal and glimmering behind the windshield
Every pour dumping from inside to outside to inside to outside
Old and flashing colors shaking with my skin
And those speakers
I saw myself as wrinkled - aged. And then smoothed over. Repeating.
Sweating brow and hair sprouting between my lids.
And the power shook. Noises. Little playing noises.
That moment. The moment. Of perhaps my life.

this song was playing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LydS5nUeh7A

something simple

Sometimes things are hard. They just turn that way. Even if we work and do maintenance on them, they still seem to slip into something difficult. It’s hard to understand why. Even things that seem perfect can turn painful. It’s like a white sheet of paper that crumples as we paint it. It becomes far too difficult to paint what we had planned as it wrinkles, but we try anyway. We think that concentration and precision will smooth the paper out. Sometimes, no matter how much effort we put into it, the paper will crumple anyway. If the paper is a giant, grand canvas, there is so much hope and potential. Our greatest visions seem possible with such a large canvas, and we feel much excitement. But even a grand canvas can crumple. We see our dreams folding, and we work very hard to keep it from collapsing and destroying our hopes. With something so attractive, we must be careful, otherwise we feel like we’ve lost everything.

But we haven’t. This world has so many places to paint our life upon. Will they all eventually crumple? Maybe. Perhaps there are some that wont. I do not know. Regardless, there are always clean spaces for us to begin our work. If it becomes painful, set it free. This world has tools for expression everywhere. What a wonderful thing.

aspiration

it’s gonna be a shit show.
punch and fuckin kick, cause it’s
gonna be a shit show.
----------------drugs
and pigs and their dogs.
we’re gonna bleed
skinny fuckers swallow mud
and then get sick, puke.
i’m gettin real fucked up
at this shit show.