Friday, February 12, 2010
something soon i coming. maybe i'll start after the next dream.
i'm kinda held back here. No job no money no car. Escape is limited guys, i just spend the day wanderin': the house, the block, the cove, the park and my mind. Winter sun warm but air and wind freezing. I'm still caged, maybe always will be. I want to spend the week in a city, any one but i would need shelter these days. Zombie life draggin along, whatevs. I read i write and draw images within my mind. when i dream i dream glorious movies, things i want to emulate with the pen paper and computer. i type these worlds along, sentences growing, evolving though. when nothing happens i just gotta make it up.
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come visit with us!
ReplyDeletei might take you guys up on visiting.
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