Its cloudy dark, brooding and raining outside
 I’m playing Paul Westerberg, doing laundry, drinking way too much coffee.
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Archer Farms Fudge Brownie coffee…YUM
 I’m introspective
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I’m pushing people out
 Last night I let Greg in
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Greg is my brother (not really but we pretend he is)
 Greg helped
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Greg has this fantastic filter where he filters out the crap
 And shines light on the funny things in life like
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Clown porn, yes clown porn, it’s exists..google it
 I’m happiest at home
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My grandmother told me that my great grandmother also was happiest at home
 I am an insane love for my own crib
 My own place
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Sometimes it’s best to wipe the brain clean
 Clear the heart back to blank
 Sit on the back patio
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Watch the rain, imagine the impossibility of counting each rain drop And then slowly move from confusion, pack up disappointment
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Methodically map your way to absolute acceptance Â
That’s what unconditional love does
 It finds its way back home
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You said google clown porn, so I did and now I can not erase that which is clown porn from my mind. I’m pretty sure this is the exact kind of situation where my mom (if she wasn’t dead) would say “If your friends tell you to jump off a bridge would you jump off a bridge?” Good thing I have sensible friends.