The Pattern of Flight is Chaotic

Titled after an Interpol song.

let it run free. 

Immerse yourself in the guitars that resonate with the drumming thoughts of your mind.

Pull your hair out and pretend that the thoughts will trickle out.

Let them ooze onto your hands and sneek back under your fingernails, back into your nervous system and go insane with them.

You will never get rid of them.

So let them run free.

Let them ruin you to the very core and fuck up your senses as much as possible.

Go insane on your bed in your room.

Let it rip your mind apart. Watch them speed up and start clashing and see how these collisions make no sense.

You are insane.

Let it happen.

Breath in on the ground, exhausted.

Breath in.

Maybe you’ll tie the ropes back again.

Perhaps your thoughts will make more sense. 

Exhale, they’re torn apart.

Shake uncontrollably and sob.

It’s painful, but necessary.

Tomorrow you’ll wake up feeling like shit.

It’s okay. 

Just take a walk. 

Breath in new air and new thoughts. 

Overlap the ones that have troubled you.

I felt you looking at me from across the room 

You blinked twice.

The few times I saw you

Were truly 1+1.

But among the stars we danced on Sundays

In my sanctuary.

Where we got lost in a maze 

and we came across blockades.

But then we were jerked awake,

Only in my mind we pollulate,

Different love,

Different places,

Where we continued our dance into the infinity 

Of a complex labyrinth.

You and me.

But my mind betrays me once more

I’ll defile you.

I’ll make you burn

I’ll make you turn

I’ll make you lose

Everything.

I am the dragon of your dreams

I am the dragon without wings

I am the dragon that can’t sleep.

I am the dragon that falls into

Darkness.

I will claw your ankle

I will grasp your arm

I will bite your head

I will drag you down

Into the manhole

An invisible hand will guide you

Towards the red light

Where you won’t have the right

To even talk

Or scream

You won’t be alive

You wont even think

You won’t scream

All senses will dissolve

It still isn’t The daisies don’t suddenly spring into existence The river doesn’t just flow on time. It’s not always prefect timing for the beach party the kid wanted. Though the beach is always ready Their bills aren’t The leaves don’t brown golden Sometimes they look muddy under the fading sun Sometimes they all green Sometimes they don’t fall at all. The snow freezes their toes And the snow caved them in from an education The heater broke and grandma didn’t wake up.

Either way there is some destroyer That kills multiples

And isn’t it fucked up that we Get to just watch it on a screen? And that we get to live?

Backseat of your family station wagon, listening Nina Simone

Sesame Seeds

Cranberry

Pineapple

Peanut

Cashew

Pistachio

Brussel Sprouts

Cacao

Vanilla

Saffron

Kiwi

Pomegranate

Peanuts-you-eat grow underground, but they are NOT part of the peanut plant’s roots. Peanut plants are ambitious little fuckers and plant their seeds themselves. They flower like any perfectly reasonable legume, but once the flowers have been pollinated the plants do something called “pegging” (no really), in which they drill the stems where the flowers used to be into the ground. And that’s where the peanuts you eat form. Like so: