Dropping, picking up, and holding.
I been dropping classes, my phone, my negative attitude (sort of), my opinions about things and looking at both sides. Fuck it. Drop that shit.
I’ve dropped an unhealthy obsession with the innanet trolling, bad tags on my jokes, change all over my floor and to my mattress before the sun comes up. sometimes.
Drop it. I’ve been dropping wrappers from mcdonald’s in the street. Weight cuz i’ve been eating too much of that bullshit. My pants a little lower but only at home. Drop the childish shit…if you’re old enough to wonder if you should be sagging, you shouldn’t be sagging. Shit feels nice, though.
I’ve been picking up a lot more nice folks since I stop focusing on fucking them later. Picking up all kinds of tips and advice and nuggets of knowledge. Actually, Fuck that.
These aren’t even nuggets. It’s like whole chickens full of knowledge. Unplucked thought fowl just waiting for me to gut it and eat it’s children and punch it in the face when it yells at me in the morning. I’ve been picking up a weird vibe from some folks but instead of picking on then, I’m picking their brains. Maybe it’s mercury in retrograde. I’ve been picking up any gig that I can get and if all goes according to plan I should be picking up speed here in a minute.
Since the last time I’ve really written anything up in here, I’ve picked up some writing tips. I’ve picked up some new habits, some hotdogs and strawberry soda pop, and the ubiquitous “what you’re putting down”. picked up a little japanese and a superficial belief in Satan, too.
And what am I holding? well, that’s pretty plain to see. or is it?
maybe it’s nothing. maybe it’s my breathe. or everything but. it certainly isn’t anything illegal. I’m holding more body fat than someone my height should. Holding some hearts…if my instincts are correct but I’m holding my dick because it ain’t safe no more. And if you’re still reading this, I’m holding you up. heh.