bringing it all back home

man, i used to write so much poetry. now i go to write or draw on anything and i freeze up. my brain is like, "heh, uh what? you want me to do what now? hell no dawg. i'ma go on chillaxin, yeah". so i prod it a little and it just gets irritated and tell me to piss off. maybe i should buy it some pastries.

but the different stages in my life are starting to coalesce. physically, more than anything else, but i have always found that physical connection assists in mental collection. hey, i still got it.

today is going to be an organization day. physically and mentally. gotta file some shit and put things in drawers and on shelves. gotta shelve it.

mmm.