lenovo G50
ibanez GSR200
emptiness TS100
fuck off X99

i have no pride. i conjure up the illusion of hiding. i rip off my skin in a silly idea of camouflaging into the background. and i bleed openly.
what if i become the background. the foreground. the center and the sides. the full course the desert and the cognac after.

i keep saying how my life is shit but maybe i should instead mind what i eat

but i'm digressing

                        from myself

the sounds the smokes
run away
return pale.
groove man
soil to grow from
but no sun to grow towards

I am a null finding

I am fluid
         partly fluent
                    still me
                           ever expanding

if life gives you the ability to be a lemon
be a better person
not a bitter one

You have a uniquely creative personality!

The main things in life for you are your intuition, wisdom, joy, satisfaction and curiosity. The world for you is full of mystery, and is made up of so many different things, situations and people which are all constantly stimulating your imagination. Your life is painted in a multitude of beautiful colours, and you're always looking at it through the prism of creativity. You can turn anything that happens to you into something positive, and you never look for simple answers to life's questions.

You live your life in constant anticipation of experiencing something new and wonderful. However, at the moment you feel a lot of aggression inside. It's possible that recently you've been experiencing a lot of negative emotions and have the desire to finally resolve something that's been bugging you for a long time. You need to calm down and relax. The time has come to do something new. You have the ability to draw a huge amount of strength from yourself, whilst at the same time remaining a tender and loving person.
pizdos

and as i'm reading ch's poetry, no more worries the vomit on the balcony the unwashed dishes the lack of food and feeling of sadness occupying this already filled room they're now insignificant

" to relax, as it were, in the womb of the desert sun "