Quarantine stay at home sorta orders got me not wandering
as much, which is antithetical to raw dirtgod nature, as wanderlust makes up at
least part of 7 pairs of my chromosomes. I’ve felt an unrelenting urge to
scribble “dirtgod” on as many boxcars as I can lately, like more than I’ve ever
felt, and I think that’s the explosion of unexpressed energy. You scribble shit
in one place, and it just makes you want to scribble it in three million other
ones. Let my stupid infinity eyes ride around to places the me that’s trapped
inside the physical limitations of existence never will. Anyways, I think I’m
going to walk 10 miles in the rain later today. That feels like the right path
to take.
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