painting on the moon

tonight the moon is full

and my paint brush is wet

the tide is high in my mind

easy lo, dont drown in the first step

what am i doing to this canvas?

what is this canvas doing to me?

art is self 101

i the professor

i the student 

it the lesson

the study

the quiz; sometimes there's multiple choice 

but mostly its fill in the blank

filling in the blank is half the answer 

but sometimes 

blank 

is the answer

while the paint dries my thoughts settle,

a functional part of the creative process skipped over in photoshop

the beautiful moon requests i think less

closing my book for the evening, i gracefully concur

when all is said and done

he is the best 

he has so many points, the points are congregating, stacking on top of each other, and building towers.

the points are kissing and making clever, infinite equations.

the points are connecting with purpose, reinventing an infrastructure for the gods.

he is making art.

i am making art.

we are making love

in the morning.

i choose the guy with the mustache and the sensitive dark eyes, the guy with the passwords to nirvana, encyclopedic memory, the graceful improvisor,  flirty dyslexic. i give the crown to the really tall guy sipping the coconut.

baby, you look brilliantly cute when you drink from a coconut.

more

little things

strange things

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niggas trying to gmail with me but not show face, watchouut.

its not just a chat its a sacred script

its not just a text its my little words dancing with your little words

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the ex

your are my pet wound that never heals..

i keep you around for when i need to feel

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sometimes i wish a had digitally adjustable eyes

so i can blur my view when i need to chill and zoom in macro when i need to analyze

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finally, the giant descends from the mountain

to eat all the berries

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this escort said to me today, 

"i really respect men who leave their wives and pay child support

rather than stay with someone they dont even love and be miserable."

but it made me think,

why do you know that many men making babies with women they dont love? 

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i feel like the metro phone, "hello hello hello"

this is the time

nam yo horengue kyo

nam yo horengue kyo

nam yo horengue kyo

nam yo horengue kyo

nam yo horengue kyo

nam yo horengue kyo

nam yo horengue kyo

nam yo horengue kyo

nam

yo

ho

ren

gue

kyo

.

.

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i took a shit in my new apartment

today was my first official day living.
in my new space.
i took a shit in my beautiful apartment.
i have keys
and space.
"room".
i have room.

underground

absence is very different from void

do you ever feel like you got cheated out of something but you dont know what it is.

but you kinda know what it is.

but you dont wanna know.