Friday, February 20, 2009

Same Ol' Situation (S.O.S.)

Existential probs. Always hungry (literally, for food; also for certain intangibles). Gots to clean carpet and other household fixtures. Putting together set for DJ night upcoming on Monday. Love in heart for friends that satellite. Broke. Enjoyment of lying on couch wearing good socks surrounded by own possessions (books, records, manuscripts, drawings, mugs full of hot liquid). Brief nameless panic. Hatred of disruption. Pleasant lingering images of the faces/corporeality of boys. Wanderlust again. Thoughts of peace. Truck honk outside. Chips in fingernails. Vague sense of faith/good/trust/wellbeing. Happy life overall.

1 comment:

Lawrence Clayton said...

That which does not kill me can only land me in the hospital. I'll buy you a burger and a beer if you'll listen to me bitch.