Colors. Sounds. Positive. I think compulsevly, without a subject. I guess it's part of my diagnosis. I strive thrue. Creation and expression is equal to me.
I just went back to my roots. Been running around trying to find cigarette butts on the ground. I'm broke and a compulsive smoker. This night I gave up tobaco and started smoking the leaves from the threes in the yard. wicked stuff. We have many trees in Sweden. I'm learning now the difference between them by smoking the leaves
No comments:
Post a Comment