Joined: Sat Nov 27, 2004 11:37 pm Posts: 3655 Location: Saint Louis, MO Gender: Male
I'm getting my fixes. From listening to music, masturbation and t.v. to the array of alcohol-induced activities, and smoking pot as often as possible which, being jobless now, is throughout the day. Awake at around 1:30pm, onto seraphims of the internet, then competition and tactics with peers across the globe via guns, sports and the like. Somedays around the early evening Mark Brainard sends a text "9dirty" or "Practice round 9?". Before too late I make my way into the shower, where I smile and squint my eyes in soft marijuanic bliss. Then often I hoist my aged Ovation acoustic guitar, strum critical chords, and search for a validity in the essence of my voice.
Tonight there's a party over at the house. Ryan had said they would be playing a game of beer pong throughout the entire afternoon and into the evening. The idea of seeing them all at this late stage in their game is appealing and I think in just a bit I will head over there. After reading On The Road by Jack Kerouac, I fully felt reminded of living with a feirce and wicked joy that can only come and be fully understood and recipricated through an earnest, unabashed conviction. Oblivion.
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