The Collected Works of Lee's Subconscious
I have a habit of keeping pencil and paper by my bed at night, and I have a habit of believing I have solved complex philosophical issues IN MY SLEEP, which leads to the habit of scrawled notes that I a) do not remember writing in the morning and b) are hilarious.
The collected works, excluding notes like "Menachem-drawing" or such:
Happiness has become trite.
Why is everything always so strange?
He felt like a person and not like a poorly (scribbled) filled burekas (?).
Solve this now: human connection.
I love you.
The children who once were us.
The point is: yes.
Why lips?
Haha, a red coat!
They darken thier petals and shine with oil, curled edges.
History is too hilarious to be random.
Strength in geometry: point, triangle, infinite sides: circle. As allusion to love: single, threesome, free love?
Relative sanity--impossible.
The collected works, excluding notes like "Menachem-drawing" or such:
Happiness has become trite.
Why is everything always so strange?
He felt like a person and not like a poorly (scribbled) filled burekas (?).
Solve this now: human connection.
I love you.
The children who once were us.
The point is: yes.
Why lips?
Haha, a red coat!
They darken thier petals and shine with oil, curled edges.
History is too hilarious to be random.
Strength in geometry: point, triangle, infinite sides: circle. As allusion to love: single, threesome, free love?
Relative sanity--impossible.