funky monk

“Courtney, when I say I love you I am not ashamed, nor will anyone ever, ever come close to intimidating, persuading, etc me into thinking otherwise. I wear you on my sleeve. I spread you out wide open with the wing span of a peacock, yet all too often with the attention span of a bullet to the head. I think it’s pathetic that the entire world looks upon a person with patience and a calm demeanor as the desired model citizen. Yet there’s something to be said about the ability to explain ones self with a toned down, tone deaf tone. I am what they call the boy who is slow. How I metamorphosised from hyperactive to cement is for lack of a better knife to the throat uh, annoying, aggravating, confusing as dense as cement. Cement holds no other minerals. You can’t even find fools gold in it. It’s strictly man made and you’ve taught me it’s ok to be a man and in the classic mans world. I parade you around proudly like the ring on my finger which also holds no mineral. Love Kurt.”

Strawberry Anemone

A sunset will tint your dreams.