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I'm working at Ciao now. Made coffee overflow and repeatedly sprayed soapy water in the face at this sink center that's really fit for Lucille Ball. I haven't screwed up enough to get yelled at yet so 14 hours into employment and it's a good thing. Distracting.
Waiting on docks to wave goodbye and hello and all those other exchanges about to be had with sailors sailors sailors sailors sailors who I have seen. behind them a ship on a foggy sea I won't ever know. my cheek gets splashed and for a moment I think i'm shedding a tear for the mystery of others that will remain unknown to me forever. I adore stories especially when i'm waiting. My great grandmother got married on a ship's dock before stepping off to sail to america, you know. I know you all more than her, though,you're living images whose faces will change over time and in categorical places in everyone's minds and eventually we'll know nothing of eachother. but impossible to a certain point. we hold on whether on not its acknowledged. Away is a lie, by the way. I like to believe that we're constantly throwing and recieving seeds of ideas that take root and spread in some kind of forest hidden in everyone's head.
we do it to ourselves because we choose to, but who we are is out of our control. Statements that have holes give you room to assume. Eek, maybe, or maybe you're right about every assumption you ever placed faith in. I assume I'm obnoxious and selfindulgent heather look around and hug but nevermind. I think now about who I am and christ it may be nice to blame somebody else for feeling like such a freak. idiot. faults faulty. sense like a nursery rhyme.
this is ecommunication at 3 when I won't sleep because I'm too busy trying to find solice in the possibility of some kind of tomorrow. today is missing. but i'll still hope for talk and my own revelation and everybody's enlightenment and nooks of skin that sunk into my back monthes ago. wonder if he's sleeping well there. wonder when I'll stop wonderng,too. always dreaming out what will be built later.
Waiting on docks to wave goodbye and hello and all those other exchanges about to be had with sailors sailors sailors sailors sailors who I have seen. behind them a ship on a foggy sea I won't ever know. my cheek gets splashed and for a moment I think i'm shedding a tear for the mystery of others that will remain unknown to me forever. I adore stories especially when i'm waiting. My great grandmother got married on a ship's dock before stepping off to sail to america, you know. I know you all more than her, though,you're living images whose faces will change over time and in categorical places in everyone's minds and eventually we'll know nothing of eachother. but impossible to a certain point. we hold on whether on not its acknowledged. Away is a lie, by the way. I like to believe that we're constantly throwing and recieving seeds of ideas that take root and spread in some kind of forest hidden in everyone's head.
we do it to ourselves because we choose to, but who we are is out of our control. Statements that have holes give you room to assume. Eek, maybe, or maybe you're right about every assumption you ever placed faith in. I assume I'm obnoxious and selfindulgent heather look around and hug but nevermind. I think now about who I am and christ it may be nice to blame somebody else for feeling like such a freak. idiot. faults faulty. sense like a nursery rhyme.
this is ecommunication at 3 when I won't sleep because I'm too busy trying to find solice in the possibility of some kind of tomorrow. today is missing. but i'll still hope for talk and my own revelation and everybody's enlightenment and nooks of skin that sunk into my back monthes ago. wonder if he's sleeping well there. wonder when I'll stop wonderng,too. always dreaming out what will be built later.