Lifeblog post

Thank god I drink like a working man. I read books much of my idle time off and get entrapped in all these wild intangibles of thought. A lot of the thoughts seem to reach out for some bigger meaning, it is an urge to a degree, any man or woman whom looks up into the sky at night and thinks how the fuck, and contemplates flesh, thinks this.
There are small things, much like making a living and taking care of a kid, a rebirth of ourselves to a degree, a hope that we love our past is an inevitable.
The truth is death. The ancient mesmotians feared it and the smarter of the first civilization figured out a way to tie it all in. dreams
Fuck I dream, and feel like I am connected here in Alaska. Connecting to what is now, and how I can shape my world.
Drinking like a working man, blending in merging with traffic. Can’t help but thinking about all those stars out there. And my mind folds and collapses, upon itself, I stroll over casual and pull her hand up, kiss her.
I think about the first buildings ever made by man in the beginning, did you know they made them out of domesticated cow shit and human fecal matter.
Your house is the shit.
You couldn’t buy a home where I come from with all the flesh of your skin, or all the stories you got to tell. Minus your hell.
Shit homes, that is how we began. Cheers.