So I Just Say Whatever I Want Into The Mic?

Went in the woods the other day. It was nice. The leaves are changing colors. Fall is like the season of death. Everything is dying a little more everyday. It's a beautiful transformation, life into death. Winter and Summer both have their own intrinsic beauty about them. Some prefer Summer to Winter, others Winter to Summer. This Winter I plan on building an igloo and then just laying in it, listening to some Burzum. It seems to be a good idea, Norwegian music for the snow. It rained today. Now it's foggy. I'm still trying to keep the blog stream of consciousness. It's hard but if it works then I'll have some pure motherfucking Gonzo. I'll probably go out on an adventure this weekend. Shit'll be intense. Until then, I leave you with a little poem I wrote not too long ago.

Test

Sterilize,

Band,

Tap tap,

Prick,

Blood.

Waiting now.

Cold room.

Nice plant,

Leaves,

It’s fake.

Twitch.

Fox news.

Old man,

Obama’s evil.

It’s done.