“The Forest” Now including a bitchy rant about Spying ass pigs who dont know what they are fucking with

It was never, To escape, it was to find myself!

I came to this moment in time to learn what “eye” needed!

I found myself, Stretched out belly up meditating as the hanged man on a, picnic table!

In these woods, I learned of my ways, Not all was Dark not all was Light!

In the forest is where I proved to myself I am, A terribly Nice man!

Better then most in fact, I show no fear or need to dominate the other creatures only to show them a better way!

I wrote this in a tent it’s in my book of crap I write well camping it’s a big thick note book. I’ll be releasing more over the weekend.  Mostly cause i didn’t feel like sharing my tequila which was a birthday present to myself haha, it wasn’t meant for anyone else.

I got a bus to catch tomorrow and a house to load into a storage locker but i got a nice little temp studio set up in about a 6 square foot space i will hopefully get the scheduling posts right to keep you people entertained i have a whole series of crap i wrote or gold only the audience will tell haha, a side note i always hope people laugh a little no matter what i write part of being a good writer is to entertain, I cant spell or use proper grammar but I’ll blow the world socks of like I was Chaucer drunk in da club haha I apologize for recycling my own pics lol i am letting my phone charge

I have just one question from writing this. “Is a healthy ego a humble ego or no ego at all?”

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Published by: lumenuniverse

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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