Black and White with a high concentration of RED
DAMN
you know how to
send someone off
to bed
HEY HEY HEY HEY!
Where do you think you're going with your unresolved evening tightening chest? It isn't time to leave, it's time to talk. It's time to be and to not be
live your life
as the Jun-Zi
so stop worryin
WORRYIN WORRYINWORRYIN
Kerouac wouldn't be proud, he'd just be in the same room- but maybe not even that. There might be a bodhisattva floating in a bottle of whiskey three doors down. The lost generation, the beat-
second generation atheist with no solace but a warm body keeping me safe from the endless nothingness that I know I think is beautiful. You wonder how I can believe in such things, how I can find comfort in Chinese or Indian or Jungian text.
"You know it isn't real- right?"
"Metaphorically, everything is real."
"Dylan..."
She's become less clear, now. A mother, a daughter, a sister, a lover, a passing face. I WANT TO HELP, but she won't let me. It's not in her nature; she just passes by, holding hands with a sage.
DAMN
you know how to
send someone off
to bed
HEY HEY HEY HEY!
Where do you think you're going with your unresolved evening tightening chest? It isn't time to leave, it's time to talk. It's time to be and to not be
live your life
as the Jun-Zi
so stop worryin
WORRYIN WORRYINWORRYIN
Kerouac wouldn't be proud, he'd just be in the same room- but maybe not even that. There might be a bodhisattva floating in a bottle of whiskey three doors down. The lost generation, the beat-
second generation atheist with no solace but a warm body keeping me safe from the endless nothingness that I know I think is beautiful. You wonder how I can believe in such things, how I can find comfort in Chinese or Indian or Jungian text.
"You know it isn't real- right?"
"Metaphorically, everything is real."
"Dylan..."
She's become less clear, now. A mother, a daughter, a sister, a lover, a passing face. I WANT TO HELP, but she won't let me. It's not in her nature; she just passes by, holding hands with a sage.
