bittersweet, the taste in my mouth as I rip a hunk of flesh out of my mourning grapefruit and chew it tentativly. I am savoring the flavors as I squint my eyes and make a sour face and cough lightly for a moment.. as some of the necktar, nectar dribbles out of my mouth and onto my pubescent beard.. hhehee.. yes, my chin looks like a ball sack sometimes, its okay, I just beat myself up from time to time over incetives like image. I am a love monkey, mr.spacemonkey99, kid matIX, somatic healing, automatic genesis man aka 999.777 yo..im just tryin to get back in the habit of being a shmoe too, teehee, here I am, where are you? i with you.
NOW, as words off the tips of my fingers and through the tides of my mind my hearts like the moon reflecting, re electing the way it percieves how it shines... glistens in the autumns arcane eve, as super colliders split adams and one lonley bliblical story get a revision, re vision.. an apple with one bit shared.. RIP mr. jobs, i miss you already, and i feel you, your strill right here.
Matthew7 Garrett7 Roberts7
Created: Oct 10, 2011Document Media