no echos in the void
it's friday night, i'm listeing to god knows what the fuck i got in the cd player, hanging out with all my friends..
it's a night of red wine and black vibes, something is in the air, been there for a day or two now, wierd...maybe i'm just not eating right...
it would be cool if i had a suit, a whole suit, made of the little mirrors on a disco ball, so when i walked around and light hit me, i would sparkle and shine and cast wierd prism light all over....especially if i had a cool bowler hat and glasses...
i have some wierd thing stuck in my head, it won't get out, like a fucking piece of meat caught between my upper teeth, and my tongue keeps playing with the little strand that hangs down but i can't get it out...about a cross between shroedinger's cat and a mobius strip....shroedinger's mobius cat, a cat that you can pet his back and stomach without taking your hand off him, and he lives in a box and only exists half the time....whatever...
friendhips and relationshps are like plants...they need nurturing, light and attention and all that, or they wither and die....but you can't spray your friend or lover with miracle grow or they get all upset cause you ruined thier nice shirt....
sometimes it's easy to slip into a feeling or frame of mind, like putting on a broken in pair of jeans or shoes..might not be good for you, but it's familiar and comfortable, even if a bit stinky and ripped up and maybe not appropriate in church, and sometimes you just want the comfort of a known quantity....i wonder if intrepid explorers ever get sick of newness, and just want to go somewhere they've already been, for the familiarity? nah, that's why they are intrepid...
i've never had a torrid affair. i've had lackluster ones, i've had breifly fun and exciting ones, i've had more than i need of crappy ones, but never a torrid one. what would make an affair torrid anyway? when i hear torrid, i always think of hot and sweaty, passionate and deep, reckless and fearless and full throttle...
i think i'm not myself these past few days, which makes me wonder who the fuck is wearing my underwear....i feel like i've been drawn outside the lines, like i fell a bit out of the frame, like i'm just a fraction of a beat out of time with the turning of the world, like i am on a .000000001 second delay, like i use too many fucking examples to explain a point i made about five minutes ago.... i could have sworn i wrote things or said things or did things, and i find out i didn't...as if i did, but not on this here plane of existence, and i've been deja vu ing a lot..which some might take as little more than a sign of fatigue...
fuck it, i'll keep drinking until i'm done...
it's a night of red wine and black vibes, something is in the air, been there for a day or two now, wierd...maybe i'm just not eating right...
it would be cool if i had a suit, a whole suit, made of the little mirrors on a disco ball, so when i walked around and light hit me, i would sparkle and shine and cast wierd prism light all over....especially if i had a cool bowler hat and glasses...
i have some wierd thing stuck in my head, it won't get out, like a fucking piece of meat caught between my upper teeth, and my tongue keeps playing with the little strand that hangs down but i can't get it out...about a cross between shroedinger's cat and a mobius strip....shroedinger's mobius cat, a cat that you can pet his back and stomach without taking your hand off him, and he lives in a box and only exists half the time....whatever...
friendhips and relationshps are like plants...they need nurturing, light and attention and all that, or they wither and die....but you can't spray your friend or lover with miracle grow or they get all upset cause you ruined thier nice shirt....
sometimes it's easy to slip into a feeling or frame of mind, like putting on a broken in pair of jeans or shoes..might not be good for you, but it's familiar and comfortable, even if a bit stinky and ripped up and maybe not appropriate in church, and sometimes you just want the comfort of a known quantity....i wonder if intrepid explorers ever get sick of newness, and just want to go somewhere they've already been, for the familiarity? nah, that's why they are intrepid...
i've never had a torrid affair. i've had lackluster ones, i've had breifly fun and exciting ones, i've had more than i need of crappy ones, but never a torrid one. what would make an affair torrid anyway? when i hear torrid, i always think of hot and sweaty, passionate and deep, reckless and fearless and full throttle...
i think i'm not myself these past few days, which makes me wonder who the fuck is wearing my underwear....i feel like i've been drawn outside the lines, like i fell a bit out of the frame, like i'm just a fraction of a beat out of time with the turning of the world, like i am on a .000000001 second delay, like i use too many fucking examples to explain a point i made about five minutes ago.... i could have sworn i wrote things or said things or did things, and i find out i didn't...as if i did, but not on this here plane of existence, and i've been deja vu ing a lot..which some might take as little more than a sign of fatigue...
fuck it, i'll keep drinking until i'm done...
rescued by Deek Deekster at 11:58 AM
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