feeling powerful urges to hang-glide into something
into a cliff wall or large presidential face, maybe
unsure about the relevance of 'the internet'
inconclusive about how it got here
feeling powerful urges to squeeze an attractive woman with my arms
and for her to squeeze back
and try to break me in half
and maybe for me to be 'african american' in aesthetic
unsure if i can consciously promote africa
don't want to promote pirates or AIDS or apartheid or pharaohs or lemurs
or jungles or political assassinations or islam
feeling feelings of being angry, a little
like smiling is impossible and breaking large things at the expense of small children's emotions/well-being seems acceptable and inconsequential in the relatively short/meaningless existence of a large planet that produces a large magnetic field that surrounds a massive center of gravity that maintains extended cycles of life that will cease and be 'consumed by the sun' according to a film i saw recently
babies seem chill, though unstable structurally
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