SWIM is quite high at this current point and intoxicated way beyond his limit. So I shall be your guide - your Virgil - while SWIM communicates via telepathy or some other bullshit like that, k:
'my life has come to a stalemate with time, ya know? sitting, ever waiting, i waste away day by day; day for day. ive been reading often and quite a bit, destroying books even. i guess the equiv of a nazi book burning, but i actually absorb and retain what i read. it was a poor analogy, fuck yous.
'my writing, oh man, my writing is crazed at this point. i dont get it, not at all. seems i stumbled into poetry and i have a feeling its poor poetry, but i have yet to find an opinion that satiates an answer either way. not that id base my opinion of my own writing on what others feel, i am just overly critical about my writings; man is flawed.
'i find my mind rattled as of late. ive not had any entheogens nor empathogens or any tryps in the last month or so, sober clean (still smoking). im not ashamed of my choices in life. in truth, i feel as if i have formed a microcosm in portrayal of my own beliefs. as in, i feel and believe in self-governance, only I know what is right for Me. as long as i continue doing such things - as in living - and harming no one else in the process, then i am living my life right. dig?'
SWIM has lost communication.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment