Human After All

So./ lot's of self loathing (without the fear) post-college. Maybe this space will turn into a diary and I can really loathe. /(I'm listening to a song that it's saying something about singing vaginas and tool sheds)?/

I wish I were a better life coach. Maybe Tony Dungy is interested. If my being/soul/spirit/mojo are all one of the same then I'm basically coaching all of them at once. It's a lot to handle. Thats why football, basketball, baseball, other relevant sports. have assistant coaches.

It'd be nice; someone else calling the shots.

I guess that's what some people call religion?

Yuppers.

There's a cold wind behind my back. Weird. Which leads me to believe I should produce a ghost hunter shows. But, what's special about mine is the fact you'd be able to date the ghost. We fnd the ghost of old hotties and rent em' out. Cha-ching, ching chingy.

Learning, much like life, is a futile exercise. Generally, it doesn't matter yet we go do it. Gladly.

Boxes, existential boxes are easy to make.

Everything is dead. All round in the cloud are neon lights, shiny things, calling for attention. Bold letters, large cap size BUZZ words for starring like modern art. Re-useable manuscripts of fake papyrus. Ancient to the second. A white-rabbit with wings exploring the white and pink skies, even in the dar; (through a back light). Strained eyes, thirsty mouths from abundance. Too much chokes, starves, Makes you want to run for the hills. Five words; that's all. A wink a smirk, coin flipped coolness. Get it now? It's no. 1 and it will be no. 1. Why wouldn't it be? It sees. It calls. It pleasures. It laughs. It taste. It judges. Chaotic order but there will/ there is order. Hierarchal order.
And she? so aware of other, complete disparaging issues. Jumping from one side to the next. Rubbing elbows, licking feet, blowing kisses to stout men. Au contraire.
And we, fools, keep the balance shifting forward toward the precipice of sweet release and destruction. For a > thousand years, thousand monkeys writing. Something will be right.
Back to those flawless boxes encrusted rhinestone wall paper. Instant metamorphism. No pain, no problem, just talk to the talk. Yes, visuals too. Confirm, RSVP, and conform.