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A few little random thoughtses cos sleeps not coming
There should be at least four different words for 'perfect'
like, the perfect that's all shiny and smooth and, well, perfect, but too much so, like it's ugly because it doesn't have any blotches.
And the perfect that's a little tarnished, or a lot, and so much more beautiful because of it.
The perfect that's still improving, and the perfect that's perfect because it's meant to be that way even if you can't see the fuck why.
Everything seems to come under the category of 'perfect', one way or another, even if you'd normally classify it as pretty shit...
Still wearing shorts and T-shirt, oh this weather took far too long to arrive
Things would be a lot simpler if our minds didn't try to keep contemplating things too big for them to comprehend. And a lot more boring.
Cookie doesn't want to acknowledge she's keeping me company, but her cafe-blanc coloured fluff is soft and purring all the same, and her spine flab arches perfectly each time I sniff, move my hand or show any signs of even thinking about stroking her. She's on red-alert for it, aint ya gorgious?
I miss my Tom Plum, and I actually miss not having the car crash replaying in my mind - I don't want to lose that little revelation that, hey, I'm alive! It made things so very positive, without effort. Shit I'm glad the little revelation was comparitively small though!
Still need to come up with some decent resolutions for 2005 - I think, just same as last year - do stuff, have fun!
hehe
There should be at least four different words for 'perfect'
like, the perfect that's all shiny and smooth and, well, perfect, but too much so, like it's ugly because it doesn't have any blotches.
And the perfect that's a little tarnished, or a lot, and so much more beautiful because of it.
The perfect that's still improving, and the perfect that's perfect because it's meant to be that way even if you can't see the fuck why.
Everything seems to come under the category of 'perfect', one way or another, even if you'd normally classify it as pretty shit...
Still wearing shorts and T-shirt, oh this weather took far too long to arrive
Things would be a lot simpler if our minds didn't try to keep contemplating things too big for them to comprehend. And a lot more boring.
Cookie doesn't want to acknowledge she's keeping me company, but her cafe-blanc coloured fluff is soft and purring all the same, and her spine flab arches perfectly each time I sniff, move my hand or show any signs of even thinking about stroking her. She's on red-alert for it, aint ya gorgious?
I miss my Tom Plum, and I actually miss not having the car crash replaying in my mind - I don't want to lose that little revelation that, hey, I'm alive! It made things so very positive, without effort. Shit I'm glad the little revelation was comparitively small though!
Still need to come up with some decent resolutions for 2005 - I think, just same as last year - do stuff, have fun!
hehe