• i've been wild-eyed lately, sharpening my teeth at any provocation. i don't want greasy opinions staining my mind. i want to bright ideas to tickle my mind like fresh baby's breath growing on an unruly path. the problem with the world is all of the goddamned, lousy, fucked up people.

  and i'm one of them. 

  i spent last night shivering in front of the police. they let us off. nothing special.

  i wrote something on the bus:

  'how can something so beautiful exist?' i think to myself,

  as i climb through your eyes to watch the sun dip into your soul.

  that's all. good night.

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