Public Property

Refer to the peeranoria-July 2009.

Cause its rough. Tough.

2 hrs. of sleep.

I opened my mouth and my lips ripped.

Moisture for real.

Tipped the envelope all the way.

It's done with. Correct Choice.

Finally bit my tongue and revived myself.

I have a flow now. And an emergence of development.

Singular.

He/She Said.

That dirty laundry in which I dismiss at anytime. Do not want to smell it. Do not want to touch it. Do not want to see it. I want no part of it, no association, affiliation, placed in circles with such situations. I do not welcome skeletons, I keep the doors of others locked at all times. Secret rooms, five finger conversations, swinging index fingers complementing punch lines embedded with people's names, I hide from. I blur out. Camouflage. Duck and cover.

It irritates. I just don't want to hear it. If it doesn't have my name included or affects me in any way, I'll peace out.

7°F

you are engulfed by these new years feelings. The new numbers to the date move you with inspiration, and your enthusiasm bangs hard on life. You sense that nothing is to stop you to your goal and dreams, dreams? What dreams? You don't use the word dreams.. because the word is just in play when images and thoughts are flowing, visions of what is maybe possible. A possibility that you might desire but hasn't been finalized into reality. “Fuck Dreams, Make Plans” is what I am basically trying to say. 'Try try try like the song' I tell you. There is no such thing of being late. If you breath air and move your limbs, and dream, you have time to make plans and put into play your crave. desire. want. need. passion. Apply yourselffffffff.......

The Devil in The White City

I think im going to brake up my blogs. I might be writing too many subjects under one title.

Yuppers.

17 days till I take a hike. Feels a little weird now. I need to address it to my inner self. Preparation.

“Day of release, Depart from me, I never knew you”

Accelerated. Animated. Awakened.