Thoughts

I've been wondering lately if Miyako isn't just playing that god damn saxophone or whatever, dancing over some stupid hill into some dumb, boring, serene forest full of all those nice, cute little animals that I've skewered countless times in the last who knows how long... luring me away from things that'll bite my head of if I don't watch out and stab first. Blood runs deep and red in the forest of the imagination as surely as it flows through these veins, but it seems there's something of a rift between one and the other of late - its tiring living between the two. Though sleep is alluring, I am more and more overtaken by the idea that its high time to get back into that danger zone, wake myself up to the sound of whatever Gonzo drones, riffs, shrieks, and howls are wandering the insomniac streets... get my ears bleeding again.

So, seriously, I don't want to get lost living in such a nice place! Its starting to bug me out that danger, adventure... being young in general isn't really what goes on here... and yet I like the place I live - I'm not unhappy. Kind of lost as to what to do, and at the same time feel like staying here is just fine.

Sort of an odd predicament I'm in, if you can even call it that.