don't look back look forward.

so much to say, so many thoughts but watch them dry like water in the desert, like ink in a pen as i sit here and carry on my avoidance behaviours. gotta get to social security, but hold on, what were those feelings? anyone?
at least the pen is moving, but bending? i just cant say.
ok so it's another day and have used that line before (&before, & before) but it's all just straw clutching at best. how to find the paroxysm gem? you find it in the corner, and in pain, you find it in the growing up and in the not growing up, when you're supposed to  - wot the fuck is that about?

it's about bad habits and habitually being bad and bad consequences and non sequential nonsense badly misspelled. i do hope that was at least gramatically correct because i really *liked* it. imagination can be slippery and ethereal no matter how many roman togas you want to dress him in. more like a snake in the garden of eden, there when times are tough and decisionmaking time has come - don't look back look forward.

i definitely think that i should take advantage , at least temporarily of a singular position on a larger bus. and then chris martin pipes up in his beautiful falsetto telling me everything's alright and i believe him because his voice matches my brain chemistry. even the bus gets a wide on for chris.