lost your way?

follow the beat. follow your feet. find that place where your feet meet the beat. then stand really tall. don't fucking fall. remember the earth is a rotating ball. days are short. nights are long. on magical days when you drive the traffic lights move to the song.

it would be way funnier.

if it were funny.

skeletons. closets. bouncy balls.

my dreams have been remarkably fucked up lately. today it feels really good to type or say FUCK. my mind is like a big room full of toddlers throwing around bouncy balls.

i had this dream. or maybe it was a daydream. i don't know anymore. unimportant. point is i was fucking thinking about some weird shit. in this dream, this fuzziness, i saw skeletons. i created skeletons. everyone i talked to was dressed in military garb. as soon as I spoke to them they took a hand grenade and exploded it in their chest like those Japanese soldiers in Okinawa. then their skeletons followed me around like I was in a zombie movie. seemingly unrecognizable, i still knew who they were. i recognized their glasses, the shape of their faces, their voices, their hands. i always study people's hands. this one man, i started looking at his hands and then i noticed he still had a heart. it was glowing.

good mourning.

mourn   [mawrn, mohrn]
–verb (used without object)
1.to feel or express sorrow or grief.
2.to grieve or lament for the dead.
3.to show the conventional or usual signs of sorrow over a person's death.
–verb (used with object)
4.to feel or express sorrow or grief over (misfortune, loss, or anything regretted); deplore.
5.to grieve or lament over (the dead).
6.to utter in a sorrowful manner.

does someone have to physically die for a person to mourn them? no. no i do not believe so. it is selfish, of course, to mourn the living. because rather than being happy the person you love is still alive, you are sad that they are not with you.