Lately I’ve been feeling like a credit card/like some folks I know are those card keys that open hotel-room doors.
I’ve been having these moments where I get frustrations off through thoughts I thought I felt good about. I can’t tell you why I took a booger route.
I had to blow it out/I had to let it go I guess.
Things feel bigger now. The pockets of time in the day where I feel most lonely are all in new places.
I wish I had a button that switched all up escalators to down and vice versa on the spot like playing Uno
Sometimes I can’t answer and I feel like I fucked up somebody’s garden and came home with mud on my face. I have to not joke out/about things that feel strange.
I’m far too ahead of my time. It feels like when you get to the airport too early and actually sit and think about important things like how bummed I am that Juice WRLD died at Midway and how lots of cowboys also die at the threshold of travel/it’s wild to go out like a cowboy. But then again maybe everything’s on the threshold of travel when you ride a horse.
The concept of free samples permeates through all of life as we know it. Everyone is giving them out and you can bet your rock bottom dollar that everyone is taking them too.
You can’t make food from thin air can you? I didn’t think so.
I feel so triumphant sometimes and then it’s like being at the top of the rollercoaster and fully realizing how badly you didn’t want to get on the rollercoaster.
My old life and I talked about it a lot as we struggled to survive winter together before she made a movie about graduation/flicked up with some summer bum at six flags.
Would you rather need an AI surgeon having just read literature of oppression or an AI attorney fresh off a nice binge of FX’s The People vs. OJ Simpson ?
When I saw Cuba’s perp walk as Cuba this year after seeing so many of Cuba’s perp walks as OJ I felt like two universes collapsed into each other. I’d pick the surgeon.
I wonder if Elon Musk knows how much he comes up in Black barbershops. Space is important. Outer and also on earth too.
(You can’t make food from thin air can you?)
When I knew my old life and the world decided to lend space in gentler ways the dance was so true and I used to see a light instead of a person.
But to dance you need room for limbs/I need a lot of room for limbs. It’s unfortunate but it’s my fortune cookie/responsibility to not knock drinks out of hands as I half shuffle around in the shape of a rollercoaster.
I’m always lost and I hate when people sit in my blind spots or behind the frame of my glasses. I don’t cost too much, just a smile and a wave.
And I know an incredibly interesting twice-a-day philosopher who once framed time around milking meaning from a crane operator who didn’t look her way as she changed near a window in the broad daylight.
I told her He didn’t know what he was missing.
She said You’re not supposed to look at the sun.