An
abnormally warm Friday, week of my birth, dark familial matters like always,
nation state geopolitics absolutely fucked, can’t get no respite not enough
hours to do all the creating I wanna do and maintain responsible necessities,
trying to sell art to a broke ass world, stretching $14 from here til 8 days
from now (plus untapped change jar about two inches thick, mostly brown though –
been strip mined of quarters once already), so yes very much yes the concept of
getting high still calls me, still says in that sweet whisper, “Hey Raven, fuck
it man, none of this shit matters, you’ll never get anywhere and you’re wasting
all this effort trying to do all this shit that won’t ever happen for somebody
with your background anyways. Fuck it. Take that oxycontin and go sit in the
park, don’t do shit but listen to the birds, or go down by the river and let
the rapids laugh at you, which your dumbass.” And man, that whisper makes a lot
of sense, but my hands ain’t shaking, at least not today. But those poor
choices always beckon, as the best choices possible a lot of times.
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