Good times

Dated. Beside itself. Shot through with orange and purple. Cut in thin slices and bordering on sane it slides like tempests. It burns like ages of angels twisting though timeless ruts. It smokes. I
think of better days and endless ways through the thicket. Stick a fork in it. It's done, rummy.
Finished like a Balkan ball in a vault.

Well, it's Tuesday. Fuck all. This AM the car wouldn't start and after AAA towed it to the shop it ran fine and they couldn't find a thing wrong with it. 2nd time this has happened. Same time last year in fact. Must be karma.

I am bound and determined to be positive so on the upside it was a beautiful day, I watched Libertine with Johnny Depp, paid some billd and had a great jam with some old friends. See? Good times.