cease and desist.

i am hungover and grouchy.

i reject these fuckers. and all that they stand for.

honestly.

STAND OUT OF MY SUNLIGHT.

remember when you could have it all?


you lost it. threw it away like yesterday's garbage. fucked it away. burned it away and pissed on the ashes.

STAND OUT OF MY SUNLIGHT.

if it takes everything i have, i will exorcise these demons.

onwards and upwards.

so many prospects so little time.



*******

one called them nyc blues.
2 years later the other calls them nyc blues.
beautiful but so complex.

his heart is like a puzzle.

i will see how it plays out.

*******


make of it what you will.

why are there rules and statutes and creeds and limitations and canons that govern love and how you proceed.

how and why and when and where to follow.

the heart wants what it wants they say.

pffffffff.

you're allowed to break hearts into 3209420348 tiny pieces and blow them off your hand like dandelion petals like it's nothing. with wild abandon even!

but when it's time put the pieces back together, there are 248239472048 cautionary rules telling you how and why and when and where to follow.

it's no matter though.

like the phoenix that rises from the ashes..

i think of these nasty ugly bitter things and say

FUCK YOU.
STAND OUT OF MY SUNLIGHT.