11.22.2009

i went back in my journal. i don't know what it means. and i don't remember writing it.


shy line of being plain
playing on our feel and on my own.
maneuver through your words, and nice around the way the fractals grow.
don't stray. I should finally get around to write my static words. I don't know, I just wrote what I heard, sometimes in my head, sometimes in my hand. the browns and grays are nowhere found, what did I do today? same, but the days are invisible through the waves of amber grains. will you, for our own? this is a ridiculous slant, protractor measurement please. introduce them to the basics so the end results are satisfying. don't use that word, you don't know how to spell it. music, video, shaky hands, illegible formality, I was trying to feel the beat.