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fifth, july i just gotta say fuck. this shit's (the earth) so fucking old. after all these thousands of years of our existing on it, we're still not at all used to its magic. i forgot the sun for a few, got burned, got splinters in my back rolling around, thinking of you. and though i'm swimming through the thick, gel-like beauty of this place, (beauty so ubiquitous it's fucking seriously getting into my nostrils) holding my breath, my mind doesn't go to my pumping heart, so heavy it sounds like an ax chopping through wood, or my lungs being sucked up through my mouth. i'm thinking about sex. and i noticed that this was the first time all day a thought didn't originate in my head. i was a bit ashamed at first, apologizing sheepishly to the earth like a smoker whose friends have already quit. like i burped loudly while watching the sky turn to sunset, you know? but then i realized, earth, you gave me this shit. you gave me sex and you gave me pot. so there's nothing i have to be sorry for. i felt very understood. no kidding, i'm still blown away. |