honey roasted cereal, crack drink

extrapolating experience from even the most mundane of places.

tday i spent all day in somerville tryin to hock stuff off. clearly i am still part of this community that i don't want to be a part of. at the end of the night when comin back with a couple ppl, still felt that kind of loserish feelin along with a bit of isolation and stupidity.

but from what little i did tday, was able to build a connection with some folks, even if it were with superficial means. guess that's how our minds can comprehend such a reaching out. but it's ok, cause i know there are worse ways we could do it.

anyways, i've come to the conclusion (and perhaps some paralleling allegory) that i once again can't work via agendas. the balancing act is so fragile and so important to the sanctity of the human spirit...wait, lemme back that up, cause that sounds like bs. pretty much, there's a time to talk, a time to listen, and a time to let others screw up, while there are other times to step in and prevent ppl from shootin themselves in the foot.

tnight, i leave with this thought. in the company of men/women/animals/whatever, you can't go in their with expectations. sure, you can have some sort of norming standard built on rational thought. no prolem with that, but i guess you gotta keep your mind open and ready for how the winds blow.

one week left until real life resumes. haven't been prayin bout it much nor thinkin bout it. all i wanna do is get away again, and let life take me. wanna let the burden of responsibility embed like a knife, but also be a support rod. too little pressure right now, but too much implied importance.

need some air(,) to breathe.