somewhere not near jazz
pharaohs brother in oakland
so i saw pharaohs brother today for the second time, twice around and i think with him came the heat the hot the sun the good day the gorgeous east bay oakland day ‘cause you know, pharaohs and egypt and the nile and what not. but there he was again pharaohs brother strolling down the street strolling down broadway… unfortunate and fortunate that my day is not outside...
fallin asleep so i went to ‘poo’.
i heard some old lady say say something about ‘five second rule’ as she picked something off the floor behind me.
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i think tea makes me go poo and pee and i just realized that those two words are P’s with double vowels after it.
sometimes i’m wearing my headphones, but nothing is playing in them. i think it’s ‘cause i forget to put music on.
massages: i want one
rose tea. and promises of morning mangoes. i hope the dreams are sweet too. but more so restful sleep.