Rough day? Rough week? Terrible month. A year that leapt too far? Lay your head down. Realize that pillow is still soaked with blood, sweat, tears from the night before. Hence, the moldypillow. This blog is about that struggle.
And everything that follows.
we rely on pure, instinctual hums these days. the stars align right before us and motivation to connect the dots enter a routine. a routine that has sat under dust, piles of shit continually layered much like a lemon meringue pie. it's not really pie, just hollow foam that has no place. no foundation if it wasn't for that damn graham cracker crust. this is your routine. it sits alone until someone puts a topping on it. boysenberry, pumpkin, pecans, chicken... to each their ow
i am bankrupt, emotionally and spiritually. i dig my fingers into a wallet only to find holes in this plan. it appears to me that i am working to live and i live to work. money disables my potential. the thought of this is poison. why can't we live in a world where good merit and positive thoughts pay for everything? oh shit, i forgot about corruption, power, and wealth. it will be lifetimes until we come back around. i hope we do someday. it's a boomerang proposal upon my en