I'm so confused.
such a bokbokbadok.
chicken...
I find myself rushing through my chaotic mind trying to find the right pssword.
writing, drawing and then trying to BLURT coherence.
what the fuck for!
the right pssword helps tho.
You get yourrself in real frazzle when you want to express yourself.
DON'T DO DRUGS THEY SAY!
what's the difference.
shaking that tongue.
yep
I say
SHAKE THAT TONGUE.
SHAKE IT.
shake the GOOD tongue too.
DON'T DO WHAT THE CAMERA CAN DO
DO WHAT THE CAMERA CAN'T DO.
so many lines sooo many stories.
also putting the right foot down.
shaking it till it's just too good.
yep when it gets just too good.
you gotta stop.
otherwise it's dangerous.
especially without drugs.
it's real dangerous.
I'm reading Joe sacco
Gorazde in french.
There is alot more about tongues than we think.
and there is all the groping around for coherence.
who needs it.
go with the flow.
instead
I hold my stomach, palping each knot in fear.
my woody allen brain, color whirls aphrodisiac insaniac hypo-con-driac
groping for the neurotic knot.
grasping, groping, grasping, groping
how interminable.
don't look at books she tells me
look at dance.
don't want to look no more.
want to be fully absorbed.
like a worm.
fully absorbed by just being in
being.
the ball is a ball is a ball is a ball is a ball is a ball
that should be plenty!
no?
cloud ships.
weird on top
Being fully entirely happy is truly dangerous.
truly.
We were shaking this morning shaking shaking.
The whole room was about to blast through the ceiling.
no drugs.
pain in between.
of course.
and he says to me
your work is all about incoherency,
GO FLOWER!!!!!!
