I just found this somewhere in my documents, from that time this past January, and thought it was strange, strange:

Sardonic sausoge son of a bitch

That was unpleasant I do believe and I think that sometimes life is really beautiful ireally is pulsating branching out into a tree of some sorts of natural organic soil of the earth

Something I’d like to become something so far away something so distant and unreacahable

Something I don’t even know exactly how it is or what it is

A child in a tree in a boat

Rocking through the sky of clouds

How do you ever really know if you’re happy or your relation to the tomatoes in which they seem oh so far away like stars dark ones and light ones open for embrance open for you to let you in

Let you in the star

Hold you in hold me in

Flavors you can’t possibly describe

A knew way of conceiving things oand new colors and flavors and smells of nothing familiar

When will I start living?

Static static in my mind my mind’s not finely tuned I hear you but its distant and its unfamiliar and I don’t believe its there and I cant organize or compartlemtnatlize

Dxm is as ullen silent death of the soul

A numbness like ivy that wraps around your throat spiraling downward and catching your feet threanteding to at once kill you and have you not care

Questions are answered all in good time. Begin.