The Bare Necessities

What is it that makes me go?

Everytime i try to figure it out it just come up with the same things...

expression, as a blanket term ( art and language, which i think are synonymous)
relationships ( in their proper place, and also synonymous with expression)
health ( and cooking, which i also associate with expression)

so it seems to me pretty clear what my life is about, and yet all i can make it about this past week is money.

You cant take it with you Jie, get it together.

So I outsmarted the Adams's new-fangled coffee machine today, brewed myself a mocha, sat outside in my favorite shorts, and let wind run over me a few times and forgot about student loans for 10 minutes. It really doesn't get any fucking better than this.

If you look under the rocks and plants and take a glance at the fancy ants and maybe try a few...the bare necessities of life will come to you. Wherever i wander, wherever i roam, i couldn't be fonder of my great home, the bees are buzzin' in the trees and making honey just for me.

Forget about your worries and your strife.

Im not sure about most everything, but i know i'm somebody who has to create things to feel normal, and I know that I cant live in the convention in front of me, whatever i do, wherever i do it, its gotta be me, and it will be wildly unusual, not because i need or want it to be, but because i cant avoid it.

not fighting it,

j