are you dead? no, sorry. i've just been stupid, yknow? oh, ok.
1. when i lose focus of myself, it's often when i look inside and try to take inventory. what does that mean?
2. since i have a scary, the next few major chunks of my life will be most disorienting.
3. i just want to make sense to myself and maybe like five other people.
4. in this story, the sun will be the hero and there will be no talking. just whispering, a lot of whispering. and if you can't hear, you weren't supposed to.
5. i would like to arrive at all the right moments.
6. leaving would then feel like an awkward yawn after the barfing of the most revealing and devastating, tingles outa'yer sleeves.
7. this is the song i have on loop. please download it and tell me why i feel like driving all night. i don't know where to, you'd have to tell me.
8. i feel afraid.
9. if, in eight years, you find yourself paying bills and waiting, at least remember this moment and how everything surrounding feels so much more alive and full of shit at the same time.
10. i can never write a smart comedy.
11. at least, that's what they'll think.
12. but, not you. you'll know.
13. i just want to be with you.
14. there's no need to do that anymore, see that?
15. i need a tape recorder and a desk i can respect.
i don't think in lists, they're just more readable. it's not like i'll read this ever again. or maybe i'll read it everyday since i just said the previous. i hope i can do everything that i want to. i hope that it's in my hands and that however this world works, however selfish this wish may be: i hope that it plays fair with me. i hope i stop being scared of x, y, z. i hope that between verses, i won't be wishing for refrains. i hope i'm not like them, although i'm sure i appear to be. who am i talking about? you'll see. maybe i can't even see them. whuddup, solomon? am i in the balance? c'mon. come monday, it just may be that, you nonsensical pretty thing. it just may be in the afternoons, too, my least favorite time of the day (the sun turns into a florescent light and we forget the purpose of the morning).
before i sleep, i'll be thinking about reorganizing my room and reading dave egger's short stories for my fiction class. my mood will probably let him in. i haven't been reading much, but i feel like i'll
2. since i have a scary, the next few major chunks of my life will be most disorienting.
3. i just want to make sense to myself and maybe like five other people.
4. in this story, the sun will be the hero and there will be no talking. just whispering, a lot of whispering. and if you can't hear, you weren't supposed to.
5. i would like to arrive at all the right moments.
6. leaving would then feel like an awkward yawn after the barfing of the most revealing and devastating, tingles outa'yer sleeves.
7. this is the song i have on loop. please download it and tell me why i feel like driving all night. i don't know where to, you'd have to tell me.
8. i feel afraid.
9. if, in eight years, you find yourself paying bills and waiting, at least remember this moment and how everything surrounding feels so much more alive and full of shit at the same time.
10. i can never write a smart comedy.
11. at least, that's what they'll think.
12. but, not you. you'll know.
13. i just want to be with you.
14. there's no need to do that anymore, see that?
15. i need a tape recorder and a desk i can respect.
i don't think in lists, they're just more readable. it's not like i'll read this ever again. or maybe i'll read it everyday since i just said the previous. i hope i can do everything that i want to. i hope that it's in my hands and that however this world works, however selfish this wish may be: i hope that it plays fair with me. i hope i stop being scared of x, y, z. i hope that between verses, i won't be wishing for refrains. i hope i'm not like them, although i'm sure i appear to be. who am i talking about? you'll see. maybe i can't even see them. whuddup, solomon? am i in the balance? c'mon. come monday, it just may be that, you nonsensical pretty thing. it just may be in the afternoons, too, my least favorite time of the day (the sun turns into a florescent light and we forget the purpose of the morning).
before i sleep, i'll be thinking about reorganizing my room and reading dave egger's short stories for my fiction class. my mood will probably let him in. i haven't been reading much, but i feel like i'll