Indifferent.
That's the feeling this morning. Got a little to drunk last night. Woke up to a couple new writings that I like. And I'm going to try and send a few off today. I got my window open. It is a little cold but it feels great. I can hear the train from here. At times I wish I could be on it. Where does the line here go? I would say Elkhorn.
I am nobody out here.
Shoving shit back into my ass.
I am worse than the air I breathe.
And I would rather sleep with sinners than to lay with saints.
Watching the news every morning at 6:00 AM always makes me feel shitty. Obesity, Pop-Culture, War, Terrorism, Murder, Rape, Child Abductions (mostly in Florida for some strange reason), Eating Healthy, Lies Lies and more Lies.
Seems as if for the past 7 years now America is more curious as to what Brittney Spears wore to the Award show or Brad and Angelina Jolie's baby pictures than that of what is really going on. Or Michael Jackson's death. It's funny how it took a fruit cake like Jackson to finally get reports on doctors prescribing wrongful drugs. When millions of others have died the same way. And nothing was reported. I also liked how his family took it. Faking the tears, promoting record labels, money money spotlight.
We swim in fashion lake.
And have drowned from the glitter.
I open my first beer of the morning and look out the window. Open a can of tuna for a stray cat and exhale the stagnant wine on my breath from the night before.
