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There’s nothing to
think about, nothing to create, i want to do something to escape, to
stop thinking this impending departure to another city, forever.
Everything is shit, i woke up 3 times yesterday, in the middle of the night, my cousin was video chatting really loud, with some stoned kids from Berlin. If you could listen to what they were saying… i went to the toilet to shit, and instead of the usual crap that goes out of my ass, there was diarrhea. Nasty, wet, and somehow colourful diarrhea, with pieces of yellow shit that looked like floating egg white as it gets out of a boiling egg.
The point is, is this creative thinking, even though it has got to do with shit?
I feel awful and writing this stuff online helps me somehow.
And i do know that there will be those who will pretend that they’ve never read this from me.
Fuck what anyone or everyone thinks.
Listen to yourself.
Talk back if you have to, and try to argue with yourself
in the hopes of finding an answer within.
Be the Zen master.
Everything is shit, i woke up 3 times yesterday, in the middle of the night, my cousin was video chatting really loud, with some stoned kids from Berlin. If you could listen to what they were saying… i went to the toilet to shit, and instead of the usual crap that goes out of my ass, there was diarrhea. Nasty, wet, and somehow colourful diarrhea, with pieces of yellow shit that looked like floating egg white as it gets out of a boiling egg.
The point is, is this creative thinking, even though it has got to do with shit?
I feel awful and writing this stuff online helps me somehow.
And i do know that there will be those who will pretend that they’ve never read this from me.
Fuck what anyone or everyone thinks.
Listen to yourself.
Talk back if you have to, and try to argue with yourself
in the hopes of finding an answer within.
Be the Zen master.
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