Last night I felt what old age is... It's when your body can't keep up with your soul. And suddenly, I'm terrified.

Going all day 

everyday

everyday 

Then I lay on the floor

that spins as if I drank Bombay 

Yet inside I'm burning

to do more

Let me trace a rave

like a slave 

to Life

I want to be so well off that I'd have time & energy to participate in long, well-versed, grammatically correct group discussions that mean absolutely nothing. 

#lifegoals

What kind of a suicidal persona would make salsa without onions & garlic? But when I dreamt it, I found it: right here in town, at the store. What kind of maniac makes chocolate without sugar? But I dreamt it, and it came to me. I can keep going... However: 

!Improvise. Always improvise your life. And then spray thieves oil on the whispers coming from the peripheral.

Every morning at 5am

squatted in my underwear

before a cast iron mouth

I add another line to my blues song 

about the fact that paper 

doesn't burn