Hungry for thougts not food.
TCT

“The clock”

A day of deep thought.

Nazi’s
Horten heard a who
Evolution
Women

“Being Rad”.

What I wanted to do,
Movement inspire,
Me and you.
Watched not in ire.

If I can manage it all
Stick to tall-orders of fall
The blood in my body
To have somebody

The rush of thought
Time and emotion frought
Aware of the despair
Fear, passion pulled hair

Only afraid of after.
That, as a starter
Bucked all over, around
Skin, bone, flesh, ground.

This is the taste
Time’s bubbles go-to waste
Meet you in the state
My imperfect play mate.

Tinny-classical
Expectations
Handshakes
justifications
applications
implications
Homework
money
coffee
home
food
piss
run
go

This is “words for step-ladder”. A brain exercise to use words in a way going from largest to smallest
as they appear. If you fail, you stop or start again. Its brief and helps unstuck you from writers block.
That’s my idea anyway.

Here’s a quote for this exact situation that I just thought up.
“do you remember every piece of shit you’ve produced and flushed away”
No i’d say you don’t. If you do, you probably need more fibre, you have an imbalance.
Don’t we all. Shit.

Another Wednesday night in. Monday dinner is cancelled. 23 and going to the same fucking place each and every week is a joke. Kill yourself. Make connections with people that don’t look up. Cheap, crappy meals. How could that be good for your mind or build your body? Sell yourself short a little bit more.

Buy a black coffee and add some milk. Call it a jackson.
Its too fucking cold here.
I want my license, I want to drive away into the sunset. Maybe then i’ll be warm.

This weather, this cold, this moment in time.
Meditation, a bath, lack of sun. Has left me with a headache, a hunger for food, an irritation, a niggle. A want for something more, somewhere else with other people that appreciate, that beam up at me like I am their sun. A lifestyle I can appreciate.
Books to read, hammocks, beautiful people, adventure, pioneering discoveries.

Its not quite time.
I still haven’t found the right road.

Beverly Hills Cop.

Did some French,
Had a bath.

Thinking of exams now
And winter, coming soon.

Luck is what happens to you.
When fate gets tired of waiting.

I need a change,
Maybe an exchange.

Here is my shortlist:

Edinburgh,
USA
France
NZ
Denmark.

I hope that my test isn’t tomorrow.
I’ve been eating too much.
Most of my main assignments are done.
This winter i’ll use a hot water bottle.
I’m currently working on some home brew.
I have three doonas.
Tuesday I think i’m free.
I want a car and a licence.
I talked to Levi, he’s a really interesting guy.
Hitchhiking and such.
Now its time for a massage.

Tip some out for your mums.

What a Sunday!
Ate too much,
Read a cracked book,
Worked abit.
Now i’m cold, and treating myself to a hot water bottle.

Quality author writes a lot of his stuff in a cafe,
last name is ORLONG.
Too similar to OOLONG to be accidental I say.

This-
To end tonight.
“He was not a modest man. Contemplating suicide, he summoned a dragon.”

One of those beautiful days.
A wonderful night last night,
Allowed myself a sleep in.

Jogging followed by a coffee,
Walking in the botanical gardens.
Watching autumn leaves and ducks.

Then to Salamanca,
Live music,
Bought a book.
Smiled at every girl & every boy.
Felt warm, felt happy.
Radiant.

Work then dinner
Prepared pancakes for tomorrow.
Happy mothers day!
Now I need to read.

Thumbs up world.
Keep it real.

Inhale
A vacuum-
my mind
Sucked in my eyes & ears.
Vessels shaking
Wiring charged.
My brain swells.

World’s End
Poobah
Briz.

“Apples”
“Dates”
“Sugars”

Stomach cramps, the daze and dance moves.

I need to yell.
I want to scream.

I forgot this feel.
Its like a dream

My heart is full
Eyes greyed and glossed

I sit and mull.
Feeling what is lost.

I walked down the path
I watched the waves
Yes, yes, babbling brook
A stream song sang

Above the wash
Feet most dry
Looking at birds
Watching them fly.

Seagulls, HO! Rats with wings
Rovings to and fro’ the tip
The mountains top snowcapped
And lo the river sings.

One.
Put down the gun
Two
Down the food

Hunger
Appetite
Reason
Release

I’m going to write a children’s book. “Chilean-book” “Chillen-book”
take a page outta your own… suggestions. Mr word document spell correct. Furrooooout.

Tree
Tree
APPLE.

What came first said he our man.
One, two or tree?
Notice he was prone to plan
Sketch the rest of the counting steps.
The steps of ‘would’ were to be
Mostly made of one, two, tree.

The tree he chose,
As everyone knows
Was the tree, tree-apple, tree.
He chose this one,
for two good reasons.
One for good apples
Leaving two trees with bees in!
Now, these brought the bears on
who grappled for seasons
and after high treason
and a feast full of gease-on
plates with pigs mouths-on
APPLES.

-Now-

These happenings went on.
But eventually stopped!
With the wood from the one tree
The man could now see-
to the wood that he chopped
And on page one
The man wrote to his son.
One, Two…Three!
Tree Apples, tree .

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