woolium in a sheep's clothing.

i have learnt to not bite my calluses off...and it's ironic that just before i typed this sentence i was unconsciously biting my callus off...which...i mean if someone else were doing it...i'd be grossed out of my skin...but no...actually this was more or less an isolated incident...i have, over all...learnt to live with calluses...calluses are imporant...unless you have an electric guitar...and everybody can't have that. i don't think i should buy one...i will though eventually...when i have the money and more importantly when i fall in love with a lefty guitar...it has to be love at first sight...otherwise nothing will be disappointing. i made this drawing...i am drawinger...
i read a book of words last night...or a couple of hours ago...i had to run away because i nearly got caught...sounds of coughing...shuffling feet...the lamp turned on and i bolted like a rabbit...i roamed the dark drawing room...(wraith i tell you) and then i was in my room dancing with a spider...spider...right so i had my drumsticks (two unusually large misvaaks) and i tapped them around the spider...who freaked out and started jumping...this was what i was cruelly referring to as "dancing..." eventually...i decided that i had to kill it. i don't enjoy that. it just doesn't feel very nice...but be that as it may, i did kill it...and then i tried to sleep...thinking about the book of words i realised...i couldn't have read anymore...because...i have to write. all my loves write to themselves and let others read or not what they will. will. woolium...
woolium...
woolium in a sheep's clothing...writes to self...painting pretty pictures out of words...words that can make you drunk because they are strange...unheard of but very visual...and if i could make a tune to those words...i would...but wooliummmmmmmmmm...yum...so strange. half of wooliums words seem to have come from this place that i've been or am in...familiar...you can taste them...visions of quiet...quietttttttt...crazy...drives you nutty...
and then there's the book of words...but the crownless will again be king...i'm sure...he may not want the thrown...but the thrown...will want him...
back to woolium though...hahahaha...ok full stop...woolium might get diabetes. lord knows i'd suck the sugar out hahahahahaahaha gross...man i don't have much but i have enough...
apparently i am cheap and it is okay to be cheap...very cheap...
NAHIN MAINAY NAHIN KERNI WALK EHHHHHHHHPRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT.
right so that's out of the system...just like the little bit of porn story i wrote below this piece of nonsense...however there's one more thing...i fell asleep...the other day...and i dreamt...as is usual...and when i got up this phrase was stuck in my mind. "i do not wander too far away from my heart." i'm not sure exactly in what context this was supposed to be taken in...because i cannot remember the dream itself...if there ever really was one surrounding this phrase...sometimes i wake up with songs playing in my head or tunes...but this was just a phrase on 'repeat'...until i noticed it.
i took my time to notice it...
cheap...yes...i am cheap. and yet, no buyers... (that was...cheap)
see i don't bite my calluses off...but when summers turn into winters or vice versa...i lose them...and i have to go through the whole mess of crap before i get them back again for the season...it's not like i do much with them though...one other thing that i've learnt to accept is mediocrity...ok sure every now and then i get the urge to you know what but then i simmer down again and go crawl back into my nest and and wait for other mutant crows to realise what the heck is wrong with them so then i'll have company...i have to shave my pubes.
my skin is yellowing...but it's still not that bad...the point where it seems to be so decayed and thin that you could just peel it off and lick your own uncovered flesh or pass it over a flame and have lunch...naked lunch that would be...ok so the imagery may be gross...and cheap...mediocre...but it lives in my ass. just trying to shake the shit off is all.
i don't seem to have a point at the moment...but now i remember...i think i used the word suposedant...somewhere in this blog...let me clarify...supposedant is not a real word...i won't tell you how it came to be but i'll assume that it made sense at that point in time...when i was obviously more mutant than boy. if i told you that i have not changed my clothes once since i started this blog...what would you do?
i would say that i expected nothing else of you...wraith.