humble monkey
i feel like things aren't moving. i can't feel the fact that there's a world out there tonight. it feels like the edge of my apartment is the edge of the world. these walls contain everything that actually exists for me. i know it's not true really, but in the moment, it is. Disconnected...is that the word?
'...picture keeps getting bigger.'
wouldn't it be nice to just program your ipod to play to your mood? i miss mix tapes.
i'm too indecisive so i put it on shuffle and then the mix can be great or a total calamity.
either way, i like the element of chance. not a gambler, just a 'possibilitiest.'
who cares?
well, the good faeries of new york might..
the flourescent ferry of seattle surely didn't.
'...picture keeps getting bigger.'
wouldn't it be nice to just program your ipod to play to your mood? i miss mix tapes.
i'm too indecisive so i put it on shuffle and then the mix can be great or a total calamity.
either way, i like the element of chance. not a gambler, just a 'possibilitiest.'
who cares?
well, the good faeries of new york might..
the flourescent ferry of seattle surely didn't.