Eating seaweed and hummus, wearing a sweatshirt with horses on it, looking into the abyss and finding comfort in its depths, breathing ever so barely, moist with exhaustion and ocean air, hungry, pained, looking out the window toward and away from inspiration, wondering what to eat but not wanting to get up, realizing it's time to bathe, noticing that it's time to breathe, pondering future projections, eyeing two guitars and a ukulele, trying not to think about work, trying desperately not to try, smelling food and the summer air, watching the grey, refusing to be held down, memorizing anachronistic procedures, meeting The Ones, teething on still and moving images, hungrier all the time, blue and red and black all over, preparing to sell every thing, looking for fresh fruit, imagining zebra skin, envisioning vibrant mandalas, needing a drink.
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