Thursday, August 26, 2010

how does inspiration strike you

long and difficult. striding along trying to keep your eyes straight ahead, i guess i cannot help but avert my eyes from the road to glance left and right towards my surroundings. coconut water streams ice cold, white chunks to chew onto/

wu-tang, wu-tang, wu-tang

a rush of blood to my face, warmth strikes me in the forehead and cheeks and neck

lots of information to take in at once. there is no excuse for not digging my face into the notebook, no reason the pen cannot scribble as much as possible with the string of ink provided.

something's fallen.

one ten.

i could use a massage. a back rub, a neck rub, a squeeze, relief.

do not be a pervert.

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