dirty laundry

muse

there’s a joke kids use all the time when no ones standing around them that maybe they forgot to shower that morning. you know cause otherwise there wouldn’t be two empty seats on either side of them. not the best humor but it gets the point across.

i’ve stood in a train car on new york’s metro line and realized people physically inched away from me cause like yeah, i smelled bad. i was on a ripper that started with getting outta work, going to a heavy mosh show & running to new york to get hammered with my friends. 

visions of sweaty basements, roofs, stoops, fire escapes, swamps, underbellies to flights of stairs

then i looked around. all i saw was a train car filled with clean cut mofos i would never want to be. i mean no offense mr. shirt and tie and ms. mani-pedi but i can’t spend my life riding high and low frequency waves while actually being glued to a chair and desk. 

inch away from me all you would like,

my dirty laundry holds the stains of my experiences. sparks memories of that one time when and is my armor that protects me with every new adventure i take to indulge in my curiosity and enrich my youth.

this will be the manifestation of my dirty laundry, like a permanent digital hamper where nothing has to get washed.