calling up the save entity

 

hard to say if all must harbor

 

blue sparks on the mind

 

soul of dog, hermit soul

 

how far north into the woods do you have to go these days to achieve that decent mastery

 

pretty far I reckon

 

For me it's easier to make the waking dream

 

in proximity

 

to woods

we all like to think that the world's insane but of course it's mainly America

 

this blue page is sort of a problem now. carries too much of inhibition

 

when the novel (s) come
they'll be everything that should've
happened and
everything that did;
everything I wanted, didn't have; everything
I did; everything I dreaded, everything
I loved,
everything I feared; what I still
fear; things far &
near; things I should have said;
what I did; what I almost did; what
I shouldn't have yeh
it'll be like masturbating, but in the end:

glory

(best part of all this statement is no one can say no and I

won't)

from here on out I mail it in

from now on I mail it in

seems like it's all gone. whatever magic was, gone; whatever's left, missing

that idling spark, a
map of a mind, my mind, my heart

magic. huh. a propensity for what's trite. music is a better analogy.

notes, accumulating notes,
what's missing is what was, before, a persona
what's left is not much of rage or striving; at least

I hope; best to take note from the Way which says
the wheel with 30 spokes is useful only in the empty space at center.

this page is that empty space; no, I am;
and if that were true; but

I still want it both ways. I cant lie; that's
what else you need

to know

and again

hey since no one's listening anymore anyway then none
shall mind if I try a little whang dang
here on my way back
to
doodle

yeh?

out of practice

but here riseth the shingle again. head case. yes
oh yes. to be

mainly

can't





















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