jan. 9 / 63 degrees

this is an atypical day: billow-beast clouds. vibrant, bright like spring. this is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of good and bad, kooked by caffeine, sky wind machine, and the car absorbs it all - shake, shift, rattle at me, should weather not match the mood?, conjure old anti-trust flaws: run from blue eyes, shun blue skies the same. simplicity, where's the needle today?, all stacks of hay. ~ jan. 9 / 63 degrees ~, nonlinear thoughts on this linear road, bluster me. entangle - spider web spun, we're not victims here;, we choose our way, hunt the game, chase to balance empty palettes, but there are emotions.and relatives and. i'm relatively poor with social ills. finding balance, you'll find, is that poignant, pointy cliche, stacked of the scale, kick the bale in vain. simplicity, where's the needle today?, in.all stacks of hay. hey!, pop up unannounced, take aim!, 'one day' is today, and i'm on your tail. fox and field, crimson-gold, elusive. catch rest for the day. i don't want replicated history, fired in a kiln of silence and insecurity, but you find sometimes that you've worked so hard, your perspective has been chipped away, and it's hard to speak the mind, when emotions don't take sides, find the balance: show don't tell, we are the history of a coin! we are an out-of-control grin!,