Chill
Man, it's days like these:
Sitting at my computer for a few graceful minutes before heading out to Cooper for drawing class, listening to Steve Reich's transcendental melodies, They Might Be Giants and their bleak and simplistic lyrics (backed by genuinely unique and nice chords), thinking my heart out of Eliana, drawing huge charcoal drawings, eating an apple, and breathing the dusty, congested New York-construction-and-traffic air from my open window...
That I can't help thinking, "Man, life is great."
Sitting at my computer for a few graceful minutes before heading out to Cooper for drawing class, listening to Steve Reich's transcendental melodies, They Might Be Giants and their bleak and simplistic lyrics (backed by genuinely unique and nice chords), thinking my heart out of Eliana, drawing huge charcoal drawings, eating an apple, and breathing the dusty, congested New York-construction-and-traffic air from my open window...
That I can't help thinking, "Man, life is great."