dec 23

I woke up in a fog. Slept through the well-intentioned alarm I set in a delirious state of change. The fed up version of self that realized I had lived the same day three times in a row. The weed. The food. The bed. The movie. The loneliness ignored. Marijuana becomes the active ingredient. The cure for loneliness. The cure for constant text messaging. Meaningless. The cure for the global social ties that sometimes soil normal social situation. (I've got the rich kid blues). hitting hookah in the cold garage. aimed a heater at my feet. circa 1974. something no longer trustworthy. alcohol and drugs just make the old people sleep. go to bed. call it a night. where we stand. the night ends. in infamy. in infinity. I wnet with intentions to find a piece of scrap wood I could use in a christmas project. I must find these solutions tomorrow. Some part of me wants to recollect the day before. The day that defines my night of typing. But another impulse wants my mind to wander around more like a scattered garden. Seeds askew. The dominant flowers and weeds will sprout in the dark soil. The weaker ambitions will be discarded by darwins laws. So I will write candid. Filling the body with music and smoke. And heat. And coffee or food that dates coffee well. Like a capricorn and a virgo. I would be curious if this little analogy made any sense as I just came up with two random signs. Could be compatible for all I care. Astronomy is apart from astrology. And I don't want to have to repeat this to a translator. For the exchange students. Enough to listen to absolutely anything and get into it. I might soon play guitar and record the jam sesh.