i dont know your schedule and continuity. (damage) assessment criterion. or perfect grammar mostly concerned with being proper and in some cases, understandable.
betty page, the intelligible things. i know the secrets of whispering something into the wind of another soul who escapes into it and cools their innermost discontentment with a hope true (even when he/she knows the truth about hope, and even more so, knows about truth).
honestly, i am alone. and this is why i am convinced that the small things always turn up being the most cherished. while i sit here, there are places and people floating somewhere off in the memory-state combusting and rising from the flames.
today kids have off of school and they keep passing by on bikes, shouting laughs at nothing in particular. is it that i have just stayed up too many hours and spotted the time too infrequently with rest. there is no peace in knowing when you will wake. there is no consolation in a paycheck, i will tell you that much.
right now i reside in the groove of this song, which sings of solitary, important love, which is always a secret, even when exposed and experienced. i am thirsty for you.... and the drums and the hums and the voices are cemented into what i feel. smooth and concentrated, but unimportant. genuine, yet marginalized.
whos margins are we talking about though. where does the center stand. and why is the big picture always eluding to these calming catch-alls. think it out. it could be anything, starting and ending and never ending and never beginning just as easily as it is comforting to know inevitabilities and common sense finalities and truisms and mores. the whole blind picture is of someone elses life, unconcerned with details and instances.
the big picture is just a mind-numbing mind-fucking pacifist's dance with sleep. stability. and clean lines, plot lines, ...the intellectual playing dumb.
dont show me this. i will always want to see. ive heard everything written. you just mix up what youve been told, read it backwards, negate it, mishear it. dice it up, laugh at it, choke it down, fight it, fuck it, forget it, and then come back and tell me. tell me. what is it that you expected in the first place.