The clouds make me feel funny OR why eye hate Mondays the cold the trash is dumped too early in the morning today eye got lucky but lost some eye went back for the coffee pulled me off the street it is nice to get it but eye lost my chance with some extra food when eye left MCDs it was gone. The field is too cold for sleep eye played like the little boy in my carpet bed freezing but unaware of doing wrong. Just trying to keep warm. The roof over hang where eye been sleeping for THREE WEEKS now houses the Drunk, He is the one who took my bed back before Thanksgiving Day. He gets the running start then hits the Wall to break his race against time then slumps down there into his sleeping bag. eye Seen him do this once. Eye slept in the field like some dog on the empty carpet there. Its too cold no respite from the wind no where to get under in case of rain. The clouds must here me now they went to white the sky is leaking blue between the grey outside. The fight is in the sky. The sun is gone. It comes out but brings me very little warmth. The cold front is winning the wind is very cold. The Man on the street the one whom smokes the very one whom eye cont stand told the Head Libberian its gonna do this all Day long. eye cursed him eye feel so helpless now. The Romans killed the messenger bringing bad tidings to them. To the friend on facebook who left me things were not that bad we could have fixed them eye will still love you where eye keep such love. Perhaps someone of our mutual friends will read this to you then you will unblock me then ADD me back to you. Eye truly hope the Drunk gets arrested for being in my bed. ADD this that it does not rain today. Venting MOndAy.
