bosswispers

its me in and s.d. leaven these wordprints for others to sea who i be i am plus you makes we so connectively let's travel. i'm an extrovert, eclectic, dont like my shirt love bare feet, cynical, whimsical, looking for a laugh or a stash of treats hidden ideas in our back seat of the 76 cherry red lack, specialize in leisure activities and they keep me on track to being active, skip the nine to five or the six to ten looking for whats whens wheres whys and whos looking again, my ears itune watch the moon rotate cycles while life gos at the slo cal pace I taste salt water asada burritos and monkey bread kicks my libido, liberated ideas on living smiling sinning then forgiving winning without wars stay focused on everyday chores like kissing, wishing, and watching the tide move shuffle hang ten then popping breaken shaken collect my bay kin and stacken rocks like sea shells and lockets with pictures in my pockets its hard like mosh pits to stop this way of being believing and seeing with my eyes Im reason for a freezing season to spring then fall like a summer sault and then stall graffitti roots tree me to cemented playgrounds stay down with sounds that are seldom heard blur visions together a yo thats word, Im tryen to meet greet give u-neek a fleet of followers fill a room with hollers so get up and stand up use your passport when its time to man up then sort through breathing humans abort the normal routine lean my fedora to the side and scream patient to a point, prefer wack in the joint and makers on the mark sharks in the water dont keep me at the park lounge heavily think mentally, physically my daily like saline for eyes and the prize praline and cream is to go unseen to disappear so clean the red rock desert couldnt trak my burning man machine. Leaving footprints untraceable carried by spirits at high decimals to worlds all ethical. Its my space