It's been a crazy few weeks, months, year, days, seconds...everything has been crazy.
I met someone.
You met someone
we're all meeting people.
we are all seething people.
You look at me with those eyes, and I have no choice but to crumble. Into a million pieces. Onto the rusted floor thats needed mopped for days. (You said you'd mop it... I said I'd mop it.)
If we set this alarm, are you sure it would go off? Let's set up a backup plan for later. (Nah we'll just do it later)
Setup the meeting for yesterday. We'll make it then.
My radio has been on for days and days and days. I've heard every note, but am incapable of listening. Wish my microphone would broadcast over these wretched waves and send out a real SOS. The one I''ve needed for hours, minutes, seconds and frames. Fixing a hole where the rain gets in is NOT AS EASY as the Beatles told me it would be. It's as easy as my mother said no and no and no no nonononono.
it'sgettingbetterallthetime.
Just writing. Watching. Easing into something beautiful by thrusting everything away. Seems like perfect foiled plan.
It's whats left of what I did. Or wrote. Or was. or wanted. (you would like that wouldn't you?) Back in ohseven when things were "handled" someone was "handling" things. (was it ever "handled"?)
Time to be a big boy and "handle" it all on my own. again. (notalonedon'tkidyourself) maybe team members will become customer maniacs. Maybe maniacs will become intellects. Maybe intellects will become vultures. Maybe vultures will become alive.
fiftysixsomesongsandnothingtoshowyet
It's all a matter of perception.
Perception is the key.
Perception is the key I have lost.
(where are my car keys anyway?)
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