I'm a Starving Poet, Feed Me.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just as ripped up shouting in vain. Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence, even when it's there, like the wind seen from the window, seeing it but not being touched by it.
...We are caught by the senses, sensed to senseless...
I try to lead the most aesthetically pleasing life as possible -- whatever that may mean. I enjoy Tea Tree toothpicks and super glue. I believe in Forest Gnomes. When stoned, my subconscious returns to it’s original form -- Obsessive Compulsive Disorder not included. I hate men who have a problem with porn. I’m a feminist who happens to think it doesn’t make women so subservient, I refuse to feel guilty about that. Sex is pleasing. I think about it too much. Vibrators are fantastic. I’m urgent, quick to draw, and stubborn as all hell. I believe these are all instincts of a premeditated capitalist -- thus bringing me to a constant state of confusion. I don’t believe in Capitalism. I’ve had many conversations concerning my need for rehab to kick the habit of Bubble Tea. I enjoy vegetables -- especially avocados. I plan to grow a tree one day, home to the world’s best guacamole.
"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities." --Dr. Seuss
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