Road Killer

I never wanted to succumb to road rage.
It uses up so much energy and you can't even send a rocket launcher onto your nemesis of the day.
It isn't worth it.
Many idiots drive on the road, just as many considerate individuals do.

People on the streets.

I want my reaction time to be like lightning.

You will never see it coming, because no one ever does anything about it.

You will see my middle finger bearded asshole!
My silent rebellion will be therapeutic.

I won't yell.
I won't turn red.

I will simply flip the bird and move on.

So, there.

Anxiety Sprinkles

I went for it.
I am going to hold a discussion group.
Then I am going to host a teach-in.
If you set a date, you have a deadline.
Muahahaha.

Turn it on.

I am reactivating myself.
Every semester can be a new frontier.
I NEED to work on my projects.
I just NEED to.
It is always super fucking hard to find a starting point.
How many people will participate?
Do people even talk to each other in person anymore?

Oh, technology.

You silly bitch.

Go! Go! Go!

Why do we stop ourselves?
Why do we rebel against ourselves?
Why can't I look at the blinking light?
Why should I write it with an invisible pen so no one knows?

I can answer these.
I won't.
it takes too much time.

I have to evaluate myself and I can't seem to find a starting point.

How do I solve you?

Electrical Funk

It must be the feeling of the new year.
we begin with little goals, we forget about them in a month and then we feel guilty in fragments.
The deepest months consist of going back and saying how fast it went.

Traveling around puts a smile across my dry skin.

It is crucial that I know what I want to do.

How are we supposed to just know?

I have to know because I lack financial support that will let me fuck around.

Obsession helps me keep the time.

Subtle Trips

I lost my journal in another computer chip.

New Mexico is a huge open space.
It makes you feel like the sky is going to swallow you.
This makes black holes less intimidating.

Living in the present contains less stress and it makes it so I don't have to countdown to anything.

The past is a pest from a million years ago.
It circles.
It makes me want to bite your head off.

I am still in a funk.