boolar

it isn’t mixed might not be loud maybe sucks but click to listen, right or apple click to open in a new tab

i will sing one hundred songs for all the people now long gone who never heard a ringing gong or felt the wind that socks full on a one two punch upside my head i can’t escape even in bed but i try i try i try i try i try

i will anger if i must or excite hate provoke disgust i cant stay mute i feel i’ll bust a riding on that omnibus a filled with all the crust and hust i’ll hold it close caress don’t crush what are you worth if i can’t trust you’ll do you’ll do what you feel is true

take it for what it is worth. stream of conch bull from a hen. i have so much to say but when i try any other way it ends up sounding like i hate myself or others. not true. humans: i love you. i love this world. it tastes smells feels looks sounds and is so good. it offers me one hundred million opportunities each day to please myself and others. let’s do this. scratch my back and you’ll find your own itch soothed.

im like aloe vera on a sun burned head.

i feel like i’m disappointing several people right now in similar ways. i am not responsible for this disappointment. i will not own it. i must well do what pleases me, and i’ll ask you in all kindness not to hold it against me and to do the same for yourselves, please. i don’t plan my life, i improvise. thanks for understanding.

that said, i can’t wait to get a birthday burrito from taqueria el portal in north highlands, california next wednesday. still my favorite burrito ever.

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