in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Sunday, November 6, 2011

My Everyday Home: I


My mind was made, I was going to smile, and she would not be able to bare sitting next to a stud, and my smile, the killer, that take their heart from their chest…

Looking up at dark blue, almost black sky, not relieved that I would not share the night with the stars before I am slowly slipped into her pocketbook and fall into the field of dreams. The day was a day, and pleased that the glowing night rock replaced the young dry day, and the sun stop beating sweat out of my skin. In search for a bottle, where they always seem to leave baby in the corner. Baby, oh baby, how I wish to take you out of your corner, where your body is cramped and fall onto my tongue, before almost melting as I roll you onto my teeth. Baby oh baby, let me find you my treasure, laying in someones trash. Baby oh baby, if you could just see a man to sleep; tuck me in before I say goodbye to this day.

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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world