...so this is the new year
and im feeling somewhat diferrent. its really starting to bang home how im probably on
the back 18. some days feel more like it than others, the good days still come.
on the eve of 24, after visiting with family, chatting and watching 45 minutes of
the John Hughes masterpiece, "the breakfast club" perspective rings true this is
not just another teen movie.
but i digress.
...so this is the new year
and i'm not sure the drugs are still working
the sadness fucking ebbing and lurking
the sleepless nights and hours of panic
cant blow mmy cover show them all i'm so mmanic
cant show them all i'm so mmanic
can't show them all i'm so mmanic
...so this is the new year
and the continued growth of this writer
becoming physically and spiritually lighter
supporting neither evil nor the simple fascist fighters
these tRump-emboldened, low i.q. cousin-fuckin' white knighters
i
miss the times oh so grand, without lapses
learning more from drunken foosball, than classes
sweaty calesthenics, grinding out on the dance floor
youthful bodies in revolt just like they're made for
i
we used to rage and have the run of the whole town
without the threat of being disappeared or gunned down
stumbling running jumping laughing no touch downs
i'm
not beaming up or beaming out like all these blue clowns
not beaming up or beaming out like all these blue clowns
not beaming up or beaming out like all these blue clowns
...so this is the new year
...so this is the new year
...so this is the new year
i hope you all are well.
jj
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