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Sunday, January 19, 2020

And then we keep going up in time there’s no turning back.

Where’s this Monday going with our lives?

When’s this dream ending this scene?

As life’s a mother-fucker it continues to birth you sons of bitches.

There will come a time the creative wild child will write a book in your country.

Words had to make home first.

The dog stares a lot — what’s the move human?

For the Monday mood think love and never rude.

Don’t wish it were a Friday, these days just repeat themselves — they promise.

If you have a battle going on put it on paper then spit on it.

It’s all a blur now.

If thoughts were as light as my bird’s feather, why does paper carry such merit?

We must think before writing, like a bird must hear before speaking.

A boxer trains before fighting.

But does the sun practice before shining?

We’d been died you see…

We’re a happening of love inviting.

Thoughts to create a Monday your dreams are trying.

How random the difference.

Win finally within.

Breathe earthlins’.

-Budd

I once thought long & hard about the challenges we give ourselves daily, of finding an eternal feeling of joy and abundance. Through inspirational explorations of my past, I've digested each experience with gratitude. Here on @vehicledigest.net you'll see what allows me to display my enthusiastic lifestyle. Allowing the words to be my vehicle through creativity, elegance, and wit.

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