Up late
can’t sleep again.
Melatonin now on deck.
Hopefully tonight dreams won’t strangle me.
When will I be in control?
Dang
Why haven’t I kept this thing up? This old shit of mine is dope.
My most curated, beautiful things from my past that I’ve created. What a treat. I forgot about this.
More to come.
Living above a cafe
has taught me:
You have to demand
for your personal space
to be respected.
People do not simply grant
respect.
You fucking earn it because
otherwise people just LOVE
to walk all over you.
This is not only true of cafes;
this is true everywhere.
Oh and also, the cafe I speak of
has employees that are so hipster
with their god dang jello music
that they ruin everything for me.
Fucking bitches.
Physics
is like art when Sal draws it
and talks in its language
so delicately.
Twenty-Three
One
two-three.
How did time
go by so fast?
I sit in this moment and
tell myself I am wasting it
instead of just going
and feeling it.
I regret my choices
before I even make them.
How bitter will I be
at
four-five…
at
six-seven…
if I am even allotted
that much time.
My birthday present
is Of Montreal’s new album. So. Excited. For. This. Shit.
