Created on the cusp of a blue moon
this is bearybipolar's web site.
Nothing more exciting or terrifying than a blank
"piece of paper" waiting to be filled with whatever
this strange mind comes up with. Thoughts cycle in
my head,what to do with this opportunity. Well the
usual stream of consciousness mode seems appropiate
some how. "Got weed,Poppa.",some twenty-something
kid said to me on my long walk yesterday in el barrio.
Us white crazies are assumed to be stoners. Not in a
long,long while,though the migraine aura often makes
me feel like I must be stoned. Stone home."I want to
stand with you on a mountain. I want to bathe with you
in the sea." Truly,madly,deeply insane am I to be typing this in lieu of food or sleep. Desire to write
is an ever burning fire in me this morning. Who knows
if I'm saying anything? Who cares? Mood swings,love 'em,hate 'em ,go with the amazing flow, for Heaven's sake.
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Nothing more exciting or terrifying than a blank
"piece of paper" waiting to be filled with whatever
this strange mind comes up with. Thoughts cycle in
my head,what to do with this opportunity. Well the
usual stream of consciousness mode seems appropiate
some how. "Got weed,Poppa.",some twenty-something
kid said to me on my long walk yesterday in el barrio.
Us white crazies are assumed to be stoners. Not in a
long,long while,though the migraine aura often makes
me feel like I must be stoned. Stone home."I want to
stand with you on a mountain. I want to bathe with you
in the sea." Truly,madly,deeply insane am I to be typing this in lieu of food or sleep. Desire to write
is an ever burning fire in me this morning. Who knows
if I'm saying anything? Who cares? Mood swings,love 'em,hate 'em ,go with the amazing flow, for Heaven's sake.
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