Spent some days running the barn.
Caught up in things, spinning the yarn.
Made an executive decision the other day.
Reclaiming command in a sort of way.
“Finally got your attention.”
It’s funny because it’s sad.
At my grandmother’s funeral, my sister pulled me aside to tell me about a new category of porn. “Have you ever heard of Brazilian farting porn?!” As people chatted away, she shuffled me into the kitchen to show it to me.
You have to find ways to laugh in this world.
Truth is what the storyteller decides.
There is your truth, my truth, and the objective truth.
If five people attend a party, there are at least six truths involved.
And who decides which truth is the most virtuous? The most right?As the storyteller of your life, you can choose at any time to change the story. It’s yours to decide.
That’s a whole block of Ericaism, I hope it takes your brain for a ride.
I’m trying to learn how to rap on a beat for a rap song.
When you don’t know anything, how do you find where the line starts?
“When are you coming to visit?”
I’m over here busy with doing me shit.
Sold a spirograph to a very nice lady driving a Maverick. Cute little things. Really quite sick.
Spent the night skating, late night calisthenics. Slept like a baby, couldn’t help but relish.
Cooked a raw burger, yum yum yum.
Couldn’t help but eat some meat straight from the packaging.
Chatted with a new friend from Iowa. Followed me when I was posting Ambulance life and raw carnivore. Funny the threads you weave over time that add up more and more. The ways you become connected. Create a virtual Agora.
My eyes were staying real puffy every morning. It was the fans I kept from my ex’s. They must be as moldy as he was. Woke up this morning looking real chilly.
Not every truth is a nice thing.
Dora almost pooped on a snail crawling.
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