These Days

home of the misgiven.
unable to work, disabled and paraletic
fixed abode now, FOOD,
no marijuana, more mary-jane...

bored and disgusted, by surroundings.
surroundings smaller block than prison,
one cosy room...

window open, but one year, of bed,

disinterested in the other men,
the apelings,
foot solider of idiocy, for big white man,
call to war, boring,
didnt happen,
no soldier, just wants to be 'happy' and
smokes so mcuh, i have cigarettes, adn undesirable companions

not friends, livers in house, not flatmates or nice girls.
stink of the smell of the sweat in the tea, on the arm, in the clothes,
bi-disabled,
angered,
unfree but for
the girls

GREY GOOSE EXCERPT

This is a Work in progress, part 2 of GRAVITY-GREY...(download further down, lost link)

Here is a passage that will only make sense to twitter wanderers,

1st draft:

I complained about Mormon Mom today, dissing Frozen as being  homosexual antipathy, adjusted...remembered i had written this passage a day before the complaint. This is part of my Sequel Grey goose; I also revealed who the main character in this one is, Eugene, (found in GravityGrey) and co-revealed, that Eugene is a lesbian...

To process.

Though I feel I wish to devote to the travelling Mormon, young man, that has just blocked my sight, away from my karma that tries so hard to help myself.

HE is like me, and we are to meet the Elders, see, I suddenly see and moan, and put him, feigning patience, into the short task of promotion, advertising his book.

 Unable to know, the feeling me works far into the pervading work of

being right, for someone else, you be right then, not me, throughout the pep talk, I feel like the message isn’t presenting the party, that this God already promised me, though I take a moment in life, to give in over all of this, and say, I will be there, off to the mass.

 World explanation perhaps receiving a Holy joint from the crop, growing in a Land in prayer, which is in Light.

They had already instilled this in me, perhaps.

But I am not, I reply; “ is this the email of the church?’

My will to war I guess, would worry  that young, Holy.

 I think of obeisance dreams where I am in. But I want to will and will and fear my freewill, perhaps, never never too egotistical, but below the deviated line, and again, looking at his handsome face, I am, unwillingly, but fully, full of animalistic wonder, like having kisses and having 

Intellect

Scene: Me, being a in a quiz show.
The quiz show isn't psychical // physical prowess games, it's generally knowledge;

Bite my tongue.

I fail at the first multiple question, yet I have a diversified knowledge picked up unintentionally at times from various points in my history, strange points, I have no knowledge of how i picked up the knowledge.

Do I look stupid?

I bite at my fingers and make a whole personality contest, that being HOW, has the most unforgettable moment in history of quiz shows.

Pleasantly stupid.

I win the beauty contest, bite my fingers;

GRAVITY_GREY, my auto-biography, continued....