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I wish I could mash my hands on the keyboard and have it perfectly convey my state of mind and plans for the future. bypass the brain! just, you know... happen already.
but this is a symptom of living. so many wonderful memories blotting out the not so wonderful moments and no time or desire to press it into permanence. I have a dried tulip petal in my diary. I read horoscopes with words like 'system builders' and 'self-actualisation' and marvel at its precision. I have cocktails at eight and untidy hair and an empty bed and two pairs of socks on. I am happy. I am rude. I am happy.
but this is a symptom of living. so many wonderful memories blotting out the not so wonderful moments and no time or desire to press it into permanence. I have a dried tulip petal in my diary. I read horoscopes with words like 'system builders' and 'self-actualisation' and marvel at its precision. I have cocktails at eight and untidy hair and an empty bed and two pairs of socks on. I am happy. I am rude. I am happy.