This Jumper Is Ruined

Early morning study break = contentless tumbling.

Also, “hard bitches use knives”. Wrote that in big scratchy letters on a page with some sick poems in my uni notebook. So 16 right now - best year of my life.

Also, I’m writing. Wrote a 3 verse without pause, “straight from the top of my dome” FREESTYLUZZZZ. Seriously, I’m back in the season, so hopefully I finish the manuscript in the next 6 months before I go back to being a wordless chump.

Also, being in the writing season means I feel like getting thrashed ass.

Also, I’m beginning to rue taking Roaccutane, on account of I can’t get properly blitzed without disolving my stomach or something.

Also, I think not drinking until I’m 30 is a bad idea, so I’m buying myself a classy ass hip flask as a treat for finishing with the course (both) in November.

Also, um, fuck.

That’s an order.

Wrote this for a friend ages ago and just stumbled across it then:

It is silent.

A cedar falls in a snowcapped night-capped  wood.

And its conical dreams sprout

Dreams of fires and eyes and lips of tourists spiraling,

Enjoying unnatural geometry.

The woodbeasts wonder why one would wish

These things.

Because what frightens her are dreams;

She understands her nightmares.

It is silent.

Amongst the melting orange pine.

Logical argument is exploration. In a self-contained universe, circularity is truth.

Not getting to sleep earlier than 2 and I have to get up at 7.
I will have a headache in the morning.
I will look like shit.
5 days on crap sleep is OFFICIALY MY LIMIT.