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i finally got a computer, placing me possibly a handful of steps closer to the technological sprawl that this society subtly demands of us. i've been on it for a greater part of the day, pipelining music from a myriad of mp3 cds and store bought ones, i have the inborn feeling that, alongside with my recently purchased 8th of the good smoke alongside, i may become a stoner recluse yet again... my mind feels awfully tragic, like the accidental death of some bastardized inner child, screaming for air but smothered in fleeting responsibility. school is creep'd around the corner, time is hunched over menacingly glaring at me, eyeing my decrepit finanical abyss i call a bank account.
life lately has been feeling like a surreal dream, somewhat surprising me at every wicked turn, but my semi-hazed mind barely scraping together its wits to deal with all new problems that come to light recently. now i stare my way through the scenes and days with a half-amused grin on my troubled face. people seem to have become an nervous blur, a scattered swarm of monotony and anonymity, like half-bright locusts in locust-wheatfield heaven...
i'm still alone. in some quiet limbo of social detachment, a mountain of fear heaped before like some grotesquely fat man sleeping in front of a door to wonderland. my dreams usually include me drifting at see with clinging to driftwood, nothing but sun and surf for miles around.
ah, this song... can easily send me into a quiet euphoria, better than highs or lows.
r.
life lately has been feeling like a surreal dream, somewhat surprising me at every wicked turn, but my semi-hazed mind barely scraping together its wits to deal with all new problems that come to light recently. now i stare my way through the scenes and days with a half-amused grin on my troubled face. people seem to have become an nervous blur, a scattered swarm of monotony and anonymity, like half-bright locusts in locust-wheatfield heaven...
i'm still alone. in some quiet limbo of social detachment, a mountain of fear heaped before like some grotesquely fat man sleeping in front of a door to wonderland. my dreams usually include me drifting at see with clinging to driftwood, nothing but sun and surf for miles around.
ah, this song... can easily send me into a quiet euphoria, better than highs or lows.
r.