cornflakes

alright so i'm depressed

i mean aside from the imminent collapse of civilization

there is just personal ineptitude

money issues abound

beyond the money-is-just-a-form-of-energy rationale

there's the reality of one's collaboration with the system producing it

and thus devouring the planet

but aside from that and that

oh nevermind

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let's just say

i'm a little bored with san diego

big beautiful waves today

and who cares

it's still america

dog-and-pony show for the world

except everyone's online including me

so i guess my best hope for relationship

is to start posting on craigslist

now which category again?

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i really need to buy food

but can't stand the thought

i'm sick of trader joes

and the coop's too expensive

so i guess it's dry cornflakes for dinner

again

spent several useless hours in the studio

spending money and sounding wimpass

how can i be so inspiring sometimes

and then so repellent

a brooding self-medicating manic depressive

i like that description

of strummer

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there's something under here

one can only ratchet up the magnetism so often

as ugly as my process can be

there are some hopes for redemption

honesty tends to sooner or later

hone me into what is really alive for me

and what to do about it

so i await an empathic moment

a remembrance of a wholeness to things

some spontaneous outburst

of survival