This might be the only available outlet for the masses of us- docile, disturbed, square pegs of people trying desperately to fit in the circular holes of normal society. I don't fit. I never did. I never will. I don't want to.
Today was a good day to lay in the hammock, smoke some cigarettes, and watch the tree limbs above sway in the spring breeze.
Lately its hard to focus-well.....its always been hard to focus, but lately I'm more aware of it-and unwilling to distract myself with petty proclivities such as television, daily chores, somewhat compelling novels, facebook,etc.
Jim Carroll just wanted to be pure. Johnny wanted Pony Boy Curtis to stay gold. Of me I'm not so sure. It feels late and I'm getting old.
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