pigments of march 5th 2015

money is necessary

 

 

outside it's snowing and time is slow

it barely moves even after reading hundreds of newspaper articles

i could've written something by now

about the barking dog in our office

with her pointy long ears, she looks excellent

but is noisy as hell

about my mother's friend

who sends me pictures of her italy trip

beautiful sceneries and tasteful looking food,

i get hungry in many ways

i could write that i will buy oregon wine tonight

or write about my long lasting insomnia, how it came to the point i'm worried a little

what's the point anyway,

writing this shit is my effort to push time forward a bit

i'm hungry. i'm tired. i wish i could sleep.