Not all those who wander are lost, you say? Well, I'm pretty far off the fuckin' reservation at this juncture. Tonto wouldn't venture out to find my lost soul. Sad silly clown, this clumsy klutz can't kick the crack rocks.
It certainly feels like as much sometimes. Overwhelmed with my misguided gumption, I merely romp & ramp up my rump, jingle a jangle to pump up the volume...only to ascertain these rifts fall on deaf ears. Mudderfukker. I'm the epitome of a putz, perfected to a P.
I feel sucker punched, blindsided by a dirtied veil of casual happiness. Seems like the ruse has come and gone and I'm left sitting here, freaking out cause I don't want to open the box...
Oh, you know damn well what's in the box. Everybody does; they always have. It's the inevitable, the sultry yet shallow next chapter for this silly, star-crossed simpleton. What a stupid schmuck he's is. Shuckles Chuck, she done swooped my football for the last time...
Roadhouse.
There's a perfect hue to the dew outside today. Dammit, the decay would stick splendidly to your skin in such an atmosphere. Blasted zombies, this is your weather pattern. This is your time to shine. Drats.
I had a go 'round this morn thinking about liminal states, the space between two pointed perspectives. I again find myself in this in between. My life seems to THRIVE in the grey. Uncertainty is my plaything. Or is that flipped; does the constant chaos spin me sideways? Someone's a' tickling a fiddle, that's for damn sure.
Where will you find me next?
Wake up the gimp (Shudder...ewwww...)
Who knows? Who knows what tomorrow will bring...maybe sunshine, and maybe rain...But as for me I'll wait and see
And maybe it'll bring my
DREAMS
to me.
Who knows.
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