bottled up thoughts in maroon and yellow

Sweat trickles beneath the calm superior complex. Yet not doing a thing, forget, procrastinate, just enjoy the party on a Tuesday and good company, maybe complain later about the early nights… looking forward to all that, finally some time for more. Now it’s unfamiliar ground, yet comfortable positions. Impressions made, can’t say anything really impressive. It’s a totally different environment, when I’m placed in a vulnerable position, full or regret, no brainer chances to express myself to only regret later, testing of patience, amusing ones self, multi tasking, letting phone bullies win, regular doses of caffeine to keep me on my feet, knowing bumkins inside out cos there’s only one person I can really talk to around here and we go around entertaining ourselves, thinking of good food to add to our stash, of coffee, milo, soup, books, videos, cloths, wax, etc etc. Someone stole my shoes but there’s a couple of banana’s and a bottle of booze… and everything feels all better cos of the illusion of satisfaction