charlieorbit

Today went and had some pasta, some bread, outside is not for the weary cold water like silver caps floating into the mystique concrete, like heaven is supposed to look, the miticulous fall of some nonsensical ravings of a scientist thinking for myself questioning authority, makes me belive that the temprature to freeze is a lie, like landing on the moon, the dark craters swallow flesh as if its void, which indeed we are, a vessel for the holy, babg of shit as kerouc likes to put it, well im going to smoke, need some wine need some girls need some lovin need some drugs, i want me a thug. bye