August 6, 2019

In man the man

Under the red light

Yet another incomprehensible night 
I had quite an adventure that I otherwise would never have done. A walk in the night to the convenience store. 

The week is long. Too long for sativa to abate. That's not the right word. I kept my safety as a top priority. Flashing light. Reflective vest. Decked the fuck out. 
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile. And you may ask yourself, how did I get here. 
It's only Tuesday. Life is slow and fast at the same time. 



August 5, 2019

Follow the dreaming

(In which I try to keep it together, but am clearly failing).

The last breath.  You wish you knew.  Not sure if anyone could ever really know.  Occasionally I find myself thinking about that.  I suppose it's a maturing and sensing mortality?  Or July.  It could very well be July.  But tomorrow is August.  It seems like any effects of July would be over by now.

Round up the usual suspects.  The first counselor I ever had.  He was with the college.  Whenever something went wrong, that was what he said.  It's probably the usual stuff.