when i am a tyrant

i will follow myself down the spiraling hole of uncertainty and force myself to do what I say because i apparently have trouble following my own directions and am often found following the opposite of my own advice as if I have trouble with my own authority

i am an addict

i am an addict of addictions

i am addicted to addicting

i am allowed

i aim aloud

i miss my target

Worst lyrics ever!!!

Mount sanitas

i have on different clothes than yesterday

a car a train a bus a train a plane another plane a tram and a car and now i am in Boulder
from flat to mountain and community house hidden in a rich neighborhood like stealth hope in secret
there were three angels that sang upon a paper bird
there was the one we missed too much of
there was the girl that fucked a Swede and didn't like it and wanted to make sure i knew
there was a pint glass and another and an empty chase
i pissed on a crate and didn't get my feet wet
and i woke up to music

B for Boulder

A damn good mug

i am not an electrician

like my father before me
he has the skill
i work with my hands not so well
trying and believing are not the equivalent
genetics are a farce
it hums, dammit it hums
and my eyes are crossing

No feet on my ground