in my hands these curls, and my scalp under these thumbs. the lines familiar, the place and time i have known before. slowly i belive i could become nothing but this white blanket and softly it seems i will lose track of where in this plot today we have fallen.

i remember that script as i once decreed,
"fall asleep next to one dream of another wonder if he can tell",
those lines,
i can no longer recall which i meant and when or what

this time i wonder if i can make any more of a distinction.

make the decision to decide to be done

listen. can you hear it?

mostly what i hate is the constant reminder that the world will go on.

that just pisses me off to no end.

Wunder World

been slappin'.

I am spending so much of my time in math class, dreaming of bed of curled in fluffy things
of hands kneading into my spine and shoulders shaping me into an arch that would crack away all the non sleep I am getting.

Someone once told me you should get at least six hours of sleep a night. I FORGOT that sometimes people get MORE than this sometimes people actually know what is going ON

I am existing in this classroom without paying attention I haven't done any of the the work or listened to any of the lectures, these space every day 9 - 12:30 and 6-10 pm,
they are like dreams or trips or bad TV I do not know what is going on I am lost confused Out of My Mind

The teacher called me to the board. I had spent the last seventy-five minutes making lists of things I would rather be doing and thinking about the kind of Frye boots I want from E-bay.

I twirled my hair and shook my head and she made a face and I thought WELL THERE GOES MY EVAL.

Here I am. Statistics Class. Where everyone faces forward to the podium,
and my soul dies
and my lab book remains empty
and they skip my name on attendance because I've only come twice before

And I dont pay attention and I cant,
because I would rather think about Emotional TrainWrecks,
wonder if I'll ever be able to date someone in a healthy, tantrum-free way,

Oh and my ride on the route 21 today was so nice,
I saw Chloe and Kevin walking bikes through downtown looking the epitome of punk funky little
I saw Monica and Vince biking from the eastside "we two" with a picnic basket I hope I grow up like that,

The wacky man talking to the wearing sweater mother who pretended not to hear him
while he explained the statue of Athena hidden by the capital building,

Oh I would like to quit and everyone keeps asking if I am in their class because they think I already did.

Contrary to popular belief, one can go home as many times as one wants. I am there now. Well Ellensburg that is. We decided last night that there was no reason to come here, but had an excellent time sitting on roof tops drinking BUR

"you can never go home again"

A Day Off Monday!

I'm Contentedly in a domestic environment crafting large objects to be HUNG 'round towne. Back from a giant 4th o july block party that made me want to be 30 in Seattle. Time to give up being a few notches lower then what I want. If you know what you want, you shouldn't compromise. It's as simple as that. If you don't know what you want; thats when it ain't simple at all. I want a crew. I want some tude. I want some land. I want some supplies for crafting shit. i want some power tools. I want rude boys and girls for clubs of all kinds. 

It's time to quit twiddling our thumbs, do it and laugh about it later. 

wear basketball jerseys when it's hot outside and come over soon.

later,

scooter.