Still working, and love being in the loft office.

Messaging my sweet Nurse.  Now feeling more than empowered.

Invincible …

Troublesome, poetic, more verses, spoken words.  Why the convention, or formality..

Me scribble with a drastic map and handled vanity.

The journal, only answer in this Now, or ever—

Make the Room and the disclosure better.

Have to laugh at it, but will that get me in trouble.

For the honesty.

For honored oddity, no cert or vert – they’ll only

call me rude and or curt.

Lean back in that chair, don’t smirk or scowl just assess-peer, glare

And you go where

>>>>>>>>

Interesting how the day evolves.  Thinking this universe and whatever else for my most beatific poetic priestess goddess bewitching NURSE—

Hope I’m not annoying her, but I have to write TRUTH, ‘cause it seems to exist no where else. 

LoFi playing here in loft.  Can’t believe I live here, or WE live here, have this place, this base and space and made way for any day we choose…. How am I ever in moods that I’m in, when I have her…???

Stark and sharp meditation about his writer, and bitter can just in their resentment and self-sewage quiver.

I’m on, moving.

New Road.

New Beat.

Renewed and speedily freed ME.