everybody thinks i'm crazy
or at least,
the lucky ones.
don't you know that they're all the same.
every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings.
warbly meadows persevere as long as they take their toll.
careful dear, you might get some on your toothbrush.
different direction, same vibe.
crazily, this has been good. staying up.
more free thoughts.
more free everything.
alone. no distractions.
in an indirect way. yet it did succeed. i did do a lot of things i've been wanting to do.
like strange brew.
careful, anne frank is watching.
constant flux is now playing.
and you enjoy it.
not really. when listening with a critical ear. which seems to have returned with a vengeance tonight.
well, back to the matter at hand.
and then some.
so because of that you are that which is not before.
pencil in hand, ready set go