so, I lost my place, bank overdraft, lost job, was welcoming the call, felt like I needed it, god tosses bombs my way, big as* bombs, the only way I learn, sh*t, so ****in' stubborn, so went to the beach, where i was a bum fours, cold showers digging in the trash, ****in rich La Jolla, and here I was again.

my family begging me to move in with them. My fourteen year old niece, who usually calls me a idiot, giving me logical discourse,but I got some p*t, collected cans, notebooks and notebooks, pens and pens, found a blanket in the trash, hid it in the day, and slept on the sand, man, the worse time and the best, so cold, so cold my soul, my bones, like ice, but to stare at moon and the ocean, the cold wind, making me feel naked. I realized sometime during the first night, never awake, during those three night, and never asleep, the cold, my reality, the ocean, the mother moon my dream pt 1

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