Undbound and Lubercated

Its early, late, early.
"Are we really going to have this debate? Go to bed"
I cant, thats the point. Im at a weird point right now. No school going on yet. And if i don't figure out paying for last fall and this spring no school at all. Even though i have this last semester left.
I dont work at see3 anymore. Im going to miss it there. They may call me back for freelance work. I am going on a faux date tomorrow with someone who might get me a job somewhere else. They offered to pay since I have no job and am 22 and they are apparently wealthy and 28. Fine with me, im broke. Now if my mom herd about this she would either yell at me or cry. Shes scared of spending money and frightened of people spending money on her.
Well i put film in my grampas camera (this is a pic of it) so im going to walk around and look for places lit up enough for an exposure.

Heres something shitty I wrote in a few seconds.



The enthrallment with words that hurt, and choke
It is evident in my adoration of heroes, that loath
My own words also culprits that epitomize this, and exonerate
Headaches being salvation of overworked lungs, that linger
It belongs to everyone are some thoughts, and aspirations
But what is duplicity with out abomination, that exasperates
No air for these lungs
They keep on breathing
No time for this year
It keeps on passing
No enigmatic precedent, unbound by the persisting annihilation of a declining up that seems to spiral down in the arms of a nothing being
That takes its form in a boy.