Tipping point

I think I'm at a point where I could either sleep for days, or never sleep again. This is what happens when I'm exhausted from being too content with the life and the vibes. Too much feeling, too many golden showers of soft focus train rides and silly giggling and putting things inside grand pianos to see what kind of noise it will make. 


I've been writing a lot. I like the look of a carefully assembled pile of words equally as much as I like the sounds and the feeling of them inside your mouth when spoken aloud. I like to use brackets because I don't think tangents should ever be dismissed. I don't like to use capital letters because of Cummings (I've told you this before I think) and because I like that without them everything is just that little more deadpan...even sorta superficially detached but still, like, inherently desperate? I don't know. 


Desperate is a good word to describe my writing I think. I write bad poetry but as you well know I do quite like bad things. I'm currently getting a collection together to release in  zine-form. I'll let you know when they will be available/when I learn how to fold a zine properly!