Well, just another fuck-horse of a night. I think it's about that time where my cerebellum splits off from the rest of my head and does its own thing. I got the F train blues down here on 42nd street and there's not much hope for some of these eyes around me right now. Another funny thing I just noticed was the crusted dried semen stuck to my pen.
There's quite a possibility my pen was in the wrong place at the wrong time while I was doing that deed that we do to keep us wanting to fuck everything we see. At this point, there is nothing I can really do about it due to my absence of emotion and those feelings of attachment to anything other than the environment that is all around me. It just goes without saying that we must ride these waves out and see where they take us, where we end up in the middle of the ocean.
Then everything is a new perspective, there's new light in the tunnels I have been traveling in and it's nice to know that no matter what happens I am going to be alright and this is me saying this high as a kite, alcohol pumping through my veins, so it's gotta be somewhat true. It comes from the depths.