lack of creativity
wretched, screeching emotions have yet again beseached my soul.
gracious, i cannot seem to exit the realm for greater than 48 hours.
the paper is torn quite awkwardly, as if the engager attempted at an even break.
not quite evenly proportioned, but unsatisfactory nonetheless.
doulbed over 7 times, i'm am resistent to any other fold.
correction: i have been crinckled.
further correction: knoted.
it's been 3 weeks with the addition of approximately one day.
no, yes, no, it's been 1 week and six days.
yes, no, yes, no etc...
but here, it's been 1 day befor yesterday. therefore, it should be today...
i'd be delighted if all were today. however, the first probably won't be, the second is a depressingly infinte no, the final is the most probable- if one could measure probability in fractions of fractions.
addition: realisation that i am a 'pity'- in the verb sense of the word.
rhetoric is nothing i wish to accumlate more of.
i ambition to lie to myself in order to cure the trivial, petty, jealitic (my hypocritical rhetoric) emotions...
gracious, i cannot seem to exit the realm for greater than 48 hours.
the paper is torn quite awkwardly, as if the engager attempted at an even break.
not quite evenly proportioned, but unsatisfactory nonetheless.
doulbed over 7 times, i'm am resistent to any other fold.
correction: i have been crinckled.
further correction: knoted.
it's been 3 weeks with the addition of approximately one day.
no, yes, no, it's been 1 week and six days.
yes, no, yes, no etc...
but here, it's been 1 day befor yesterday. therefore, it should be today...
i'd be delighted if all were today. however, the first probably won't be, the second is a depressingly infinte no, the final is the most probable- if one could measure probability in fractions of fractions.
addition: realisation that i am a 'pity'- in the verb sense of the word.
rhetoric is nothing i wish to accumlate more of.
i ambition to lie to myself in order to cure the trivial, petty, jealitic (my hypocritical rhetoric) emotions...