theif!

so how are all your jobs going/working ? for you
im sitting at mine now, writing, & drinking coffee
& listening to music & oH!!
here cometh right this very second a steaming train
locomotive, insistent on being positively lethargic (demeanor)
right below my 3rd floor window view
moving quite slowly, quite very slowly.
there is really
no one here right now, except me.
that means ghosts lurk in the shadows.
or maybe those shadows are the g's,.?dunno.
soon this place will be crawling with "them".
but sorry, friends & family members
i didn't pay for my coffee thisbreak at local carb-friendly estab.
like I stood there with silver bullet in hand,
wait, wait, waiting
we've all been 17 year old girls though in our life, haven't we?
well they were having, (quite possibly) muchos problemos
down the other end, so I turned & filled & walked.
Geez!
haven't disclosed hurt feelings or guilty feelings or feeling feelings yet
maybe i'll do something filled with compassion
or maybe i'll swindle someone else today. (?)
a life of crime & passion?
that only leads to breached comfort zones.

my 2nd funk-da-fied mixT done got pub'd you should check that
spent a lot of time deciphering notation & the like (me best poem)
directions? click once, click twice, you're there.
just instrumentals on that one though. monday night mixtapes though
digg it! if 3 people made one, licked stamp, sent it. then you could
also say: contributions made to local artistic communities/endeavors.
promotion of good feelings, vibes, the holy spirit, so on & so forth,....
quite possibly
oH! has anyone perceived my anxious thoughts & agreed to
get unclad in front of strangers?
that was something that was on my mind & could quite
possibly change the world for the good or bad.
like infomercial: are you tired of the same old, same old?
bored with your job? having feelings of depression or anxious moments?
if so try Streaker 3000. the new & improved pants less product peice,
brought to you by the Finkelstein Corp. Remember folks:,....

'eeh, nevermind that.
it's like T-minus a few minutes
before totally morphed into a mutant creature
hell-bent on conquering fears & large features
i smell rondo stacks of paper, stuffy in my future
hours of temporary wasted freedom & I miss her
realization of total freedom, content, a "goner"
head to the desk,...bam, bam, bang. sod it!
you'll never escape your dull, dull, boring existence
as captive to your surroundings.
americant dreams haven't heard for me.
sing another tune of total-unadulterated-wings
spread-not a care in the mutha-cunning world of liberty
& travel *& sights & educating the inner self & me
& it's all about what you want outta this life * are you getting it?
what rocks have you recently chopped?
read & see or die & just be