“ Nostalgia Wins “

“ I couldn’t see what I was fathoming to be. A non-existent extraterrestrial. Ha! I’m alive alright… “

[Doubtful Donnie]:

“ Gosh! I couldn’t think that… Friday . ! . 2053 … November 18th, … Piledrivers outside my D.C. apartment all morning long. I remembered it… I remembered worry. I remembered a hint. I remembered to scurry. I’ve seen airport nightmares. I recall smiling, not worrying the worth of upset not. A man’s suitcase went over my feet… ah whatever. Kept it moving. I… Yeah… Well… the jerk in 1996 that I can’t let go yet I’m an old man. Overly emotional. It’s not that big of a deal. Oh these are steps I was told. A wild ride to step back and say that I have it all together, but I don’t want to unpack my suitcase in this room. It’s too much baggage to unpack. Ayahuasca smacked a cricket at me. Medically guided the curing of my ptsd that was yanking me away from my realities on the daily. Baptized by fire. The doc locked the door, and said “ Ok! “ …

“ Oh the nostalgia! The nostalgia… that 2023 I plugged in like no other. Eyes burning. Kept writing. Listened to Madonna, and The Ghostbusters movies soundtracks on repeat like all day long one um … October … Um … broken like that then. Repetitious like a theme song on repeat … Heartbeat like it is my defeat. Over and over. ‘Hollywood’ Hulk Hogan – 1998 -. Fred Durst – 2004 – Mark ‘Callaway’ … Candyman like my name is Tony Todd … but does it … Does it ever take me anywhere but … maybe a successful solitude … … … ? … A Michael Myers lion with no color basically … Overlapped. No knee. Straight de-capped. … Yet metaphors seem to be legit realities. I’m cut off from a normal. I’m logistically not centered, yet that running tap water from the sink spoke to me. I know the authorities within the cities of this great nation would have me admitted … Yet … Some innate voice … Some innate … cold voice told me to intervene on my own turmoil. Nostalgia wins for pens but Depends just keeps the bladder from leaking on the floor … My door isn’t hell, but a Halloween boogeyman isn’t real anymore than the famous people at my mansion party! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

“ All I saw was darkness. “ That sentence felt so cliché to me. 48 years of PURE RAGE. (1-48) 78 now. Tipped that wine in me a bit last night tracing horror. Labeled as genuine. Forked the bacon in. “ Drank up blood. “ “ A Dracula scorned. “ “ Blah Blah that Nada. “ All real thoughts thought-forward-backwards-forward-backwards… like a see saw on / (at) a children’s playground area. I feel really. I feel really fat. I really need to urinate. I feel really skinny.

I had a sad vampire. I had a happy vampire. I had a reluctant nice vampire. I’ve met them all my thoughts do squeal. Squirrel almost missed his meal when my ‘ Cross ‘ drove through. … Picture … A light bulb inside my head that would never turn off but it resembled a banana … almost … like a ‘fried-plantain’-look … Bottle caps with endless weird circles in them. A flame yet no color … and to end this … a car … drove by while I finished this. Wastep Marsden. White Marlin. Brown Fish Steppin-assuming punches. Hungry sorrow swallowing which white chocolate at Wally World? A twisted ghoul zombie so … never … told me this tale. I really lived it, but without Fiction I’d be attached to this society like some … I just escape in my fiction. Crypts, vampires, werewolves, zombies, monsters … the like … the like … the sun strike drove me … cold; not hot. Holding in urine built character! Holding in urine built character I told myself, but this weather had me perplexed. Up and down like a playground see-saw, but ‘ naw, naw, naw ‘ … like slang for “No!” was all my own self heard; or was it out loud. A Friday could feel like one from 2023, but my brain is stuck on nostalgia like … it … is what will save me… The thoughts of yesteryears to bring more rain than (I) a hurricane. What? Who? Oh… What? … Horns honked in the distance. Horns honked in the distance…

Peace,

“ Creativity with a passion, for a purpose!… To entertain!… To motivate!… To inspire! “

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