consistantly forgotten but always in the process of remembering like a dream rolled over in the middle of the night or the magic of living each day like today though feverish I am now I am pleased to report another step forward and another free meal and some free subversive literature and rekindling of lost relationships and alighting ones so new the branches pop and crackle in the heat of fresh experience and continuation of the feedback equations of these lives always moving through and moving through letting time create beauty or finding beauty in time slipped through the fingers like her shirt quietly escaping or let go formaly into the fantasies of dusk and the horror of dawn or the fear of actually feeling something actually fucking feeling something that isn't a sticker smile beneath the nose or a characteristic glint in the eye pasted slightly crooked in the natural light but golden in the neon posted thoughts on electrical krutches quickly spell checked and absorbed as the mircle of life actually falls from the sky but quickly swept away is the spirit and it ducks fast under the overhanging fabric to escape the terror of actually feeling something real.the blue berries in the waffles just aren't going to cut it any more.
I need the real deal.
don't know where to start or end, so
PEACE - Tristan
before || after
