2011-01-11
wouldn't be prudent
drowning in the grey cell, to dwell in earthly hell
a pimp warrior fell...
was talking dreams with the roomies and realized i have had some freaky and fucked up shit unleashed on me by my subconscious over the years. then i listened to "first day of spring" by the gandharvas and more memories spilled out and my heart was gripped in a warm, intense and painful feeling as flashes of emotions and events and places and people rolled me back years.
it made me want to read back over some of my journals (not like i haven't before, but each time i'm amazed at my expansive oeuvre that seems to flow unwittingly from these fingers) and as i typed the title for this entry, i believed i wouldn't. but now i think i will.
tinteardrop at 12:40 a.m.