how lost a long day gets anew each time, now in you, the wise arise one, more, chance in youth this, time, too make…. …good true

& with every generation begin again memories erased back to scratch on this mountain of history each round grown old learn finally too watch on in terror at all the same mistakes tumbling towards final breaths drawing in each tide of people

i’d call you out for all those things you do that i know are wrong & i know you know it too id call you out but i know that if i do you’d call me out for all the things i do

how nice it is to be alive for a while -at times

coldrocksleep dreamlessstonefloor drunkunderweight tileearthwoodfloor

slow heart

the arsehole of the universe shits time b - bang ..here we are not so bad not too shabby

everything is magic and science is just the laws of magic

the sloping streets sloping down words in an avalanche theres a blackhole centre in our town that draws us in in our dark hearts we're fighting though we cant admit it with the truth, like though we do to avoid it at every turn

slow to quicken

the drinking drug floods the senses, the senses swim and wash me up in the morning black and blue slung over some rocks

the feeling feels as fresh as ever aging matters little hearts & minds all aglow agog ago (again) in times of joy & trouble swimming in december suddenly as january