2:35

Feelings... I have caught myself in a corner, very tight,very transparent, so that you all will see me from any and every angle. Well, with a scoff I disincline the offer to abide the open-hearted suggestive type-tones I have once endured; subject-heavy, subject-studied, but no longer will my subjects procure such personale inceptions.

Go, or go ahead. That's what I hear. Along with spiders crawling up my leg and on the back of my neck. I wisk then away, but the feeling always stays. One bottle of rum, one bottle of vodka, one bottle of wine. You would think by now that I'm into a fine time. Still I seek the sleep that my body can't keep.

In the night, do You dream of those who are like You? Disturbed a little, dreaming and needing and loving of things quaint and quiet? Or do You need that balance? That one and only other to couter-attack your gains and losses? For me I do not know, but the likeness I want so.

I don't really care anymore that this is nothingness about no one. I really don't need to be constructive for my audience. I am constructive all day long. Let me be abstract and unchanged by the outside efforts to cool me out and thin me out and deny me and extract me and contract me and dilute me and every other separation from the whole.

Advice:
Read books.
Listen to good music.
Go about some free labor once in awhile.
Take a long look at nature, within it.
Dedicate a day to your thoughts alone.
Love rightly, and fully, and wholly.
Grieve well, and let it go.
Sing your own song, and no one else's.

Stop reading this blog unless you gain from it something other than what I've been doing with my time. No value, no use.





Go To Sleep.

I Am.

Goodnight.

-C.A.D.ominick