dusk

Then you’ll be at an airport.

See its brackets nigga…-meek mill

You’re shoulder to shoulder with human beings that exist in brackets..

The funny part?

We made that shit up! 🤪

I like looking at them, even when I’m aware that i don’t belong..

“Hey look at this guy…ooohhh…he thinks he’s really something”

And you see people thinking the EXACT same fucking thoughts..

I got no patience for that shit.

No interest in it.

Much more interested in the homeless dude that lives in the Food Lion parking lot..

That guy actually has some things to say…

Next, I start watching people’s posture….

This one is slouching-

This one cares-

This one cares WAY too much–

It’s brackets nigga.

After it’s all over..

There’s my favorite part..

Pushing down the runway for the ascent ..

That moment when the engines are throttled and they’re so fucking beefy that it pushes you back into your seat..

And reaching some terminal velocity…

And feeling the vessel negotiate with the sky..

With the laws of fucking physics..

“Can i go?”

(I don’t want to let you go)

“Gasoline, I can pour more gasoline on it, I can reach greater speed”

(I HAVE to let you go)

Everything rumbling..

Everything vibrating..

Fighting to pull up the nose..

There’s this moment where you think

“If it explodes?”

(Fuck it…right?)

RIGHT! Fuuuck it..

What could I possibly do to effect that situation??

(Nothing)

You’re goddamn right nothing….

Nothing to be done..

My only regret?

To die with monkeys in this make believe “bracket”..

I’d rather die with the gutter scum,,ya know,,like Jesus..

Because those are my people. I’m just posing when I’m fuckin around with everyone else…

I don’t want to die with them.. not in the least…

But flying , flying is pretty cool..

More than cool..

The moment when you leave the ground and you realize that your cocksucking ass day job gave you the money to leave the fucking Earth…..

I like it.

And Seattle was very cool.

And I don’t give a fuck about them brackets…son…