Hey people, what's up? Sorry i haven't blogged, i've been busy in the new married life. It's going really good too. I've been blanketed in both senses with dark thoughts that tumblesd ducked and weaved to sneak up on me and suffocate me helplessly. In my youth, early twenties and once again now a wave of tall foreboding waves crash on me pulling me under to the subconscious and allow me a breath to tug me further under. I've often postulated past uncomfortable realities where my night goes.

I used to spend the whole night up, just to sleep at dawns feet. I've always figured that my unconscious behavior was weaker at a daylights rest. I feel that i've lost too many nights sleep worrying about losing the night memory. The city is so alive inside of me, pardon me, i can't compose my thoughts that well after this second Corona, i'll try. I think it's the ability to separate the night from day physically, hoping the reality of sanity will let you back in. A night on the moon lasts two weeks long, I believe i'm trying to get to the fact that the night is a whole different planet, the atmosphere, more will happen to you at night in the city than in the daytime.

We all want to have a good time, get wild,  but get home safely. It's the spirit of immortal youth that swings the swings the pendulum slowly. In one part of my life i saw staying up all night on every Friday in a chatroom. I've always answered the call of the night, following without a plan or way back home. Many a comfortable alley & bus stop made fair housing for 6 hours...i'm tired, i'm sure i'll repost this under smilier feelings and a set mind on what i meant to say.

                                                            See You Space Cowboy...

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