Two places at once, smirk on just the skin of the water, i feel when i want. Directionless, parallels, but on and off in two places at once and Iiii'm drunk. A smudge on my hand again, remind again, that line again, genuinely fine, then. I'll find it again. Don't mind me on the couch, here, with nothing in particular to stare at. I don't wanna be, but sometimes i'm that guy: Crunchy and tasteless, unsalted chips. (Killing time while killing myself.)
Needs...pepper?
Fist rests my chin and I think about the hobbies. I sit and don't shift, but i sift. and i sift and i sift and i sift and i sift....
Yepp, mah thinkin' cap is on. The distance between the mind and what it makes. What other peaches await between 'skimming the surface and dragging the lake'.

Perchance it presents 'cause i've rattled my head like a woodpecker on speed, always touching something, always thinking of something, thinking of contact, connecting to content, i was content once, in the backyard of some complex, with the answers to everything, plus the periferals on the tip of my tongue, a paper square on the opposing side, a blanket tide drifting on the almost endless plane of senses and found that i need to define nothing, and progress without prognosis is fine with me, yes, lucky me, with a trinket for my knick knack shelf so now i see it daily. These things are worth saving, the constants at any given point, touching something.

I see them when I'm wailing, caving, flaky, painting, they shape me, mold what i'm making, fold what i'm holding, roll what what i'm smoking. I dunno where to go or how malleable the path, how to unearth the knick knacks, or which snacks to have, but from the control room window i look, ponder a session with hook line sinker. Can't say if ignorance is bliss or worth the visit, but omniscient survey, now, that's the ticket.

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Two Faces at Once. I can't comprehend this at all. One is singing, and the other's blacked out. I woke up feeling used.

No one can touch you. You are electric. Holiest being. You are a martyr, I'm just a farmer.

You will wake up feeling used.