Nausea slowly creeps in
The spiral takes you down and down and down
Or maybe you’re just where you started
And all the debris is spinning around you

You can grasp at the threads
But it will just unravel more
You can try and find the end
But you never will
The string just gets thinner and thinner and thinner

Either way its out of your control
Its turtles all the way down

This consistent need to change
This burning desire to be better
Am I slowly changing for good
Or is it good that I am changing ?
I think a lot, speak a little
I dream a lot, act a little
This constant void that I feel in my Life
Why, why, why, I think to myself yet again
Caught in this trap of monotonous mind battles

Ordinary daily life
Driving with my son
A couple months in Dublin
Un pequito fun

Black bean tacos
Pepperoni pizza for two
El futuro thankfully
Q at JMU

                  New!

these are the rat pack set ups
and obviously we all speak old english
did you realize your accident yet?

reply"  this is my free speech as a racist "

this is to know that where i personally come from in time
is up to me, my free forms of french

i live in a resistance to capitalism
as such democracy

and then
my grandmother said and i quote while scrubbing floor one day as a child in a life long lesson on levity, "the ****** stole my silverware"

she said this as a laborer and in reference to the liberation of an honest days and nights labor with her girlfriends in america when no war was happening in her ears

she was paying tribute to the white house butler staff

i learned