Another night of staying home. That's two in a row. Also three days of running. I nice lunch with co-workers. A scheduled appointment with the therapist. Someone around tomorrow's corner to meet in real life. A Mother's Day project that I'm still sifting through. A world that I cannot watch on TV because the sheer brutality of an energy stream I have entered and am part of that I do not feel I should be in.
I'm tired but awake. Beaten but not broken. Hungry but content. Horny but infatuated with ideas of romanticism. Goodnight, Jeremy.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
