learning and not doing anything, not doing nothing at all. the brain ins dead and we cant think we just want to paint and drift through aqueous pigments, through serial killer stories, through killer theme music, through endless boring meetings i sit with you. We dont have enough coffee and we dont have enough hours in the day for this.

reant recant recant is smitten
with kittens
my handwritting is irreverant and i can’t fight with pen weapons
not with my subtle voice
and psychic development is something that is going to take time
when all i can do is
wake up, move around
becoming more conscious
and sometimes less
i sit in this life meeting with you