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men bathe their persons in cologne
to remain in the thoughts of women
for who can forget a man
when they linger in the air
and on your sweater
people have the damndest way of entering back into your life when you least expect it and even more so when you have not thought about them in years....a good friend of mine from middle school walked into fossil the other day and luckily i felt at peace as she was a darling girl unlike my other aquaintances from that time that i could give a flying fuck about....at any rate, it was refreshing in a frightening way
i long to take some photos but fear that i will have no subject or a talent of finding a good shot...it is always of constant concern especially when one views other artists' brilliance...never the less...it is like the game of golf i think in which one can lose themself completely in an activity that is completely self reliant
in other words....you can forget people
and so today amidst the throngs of angry college students gathered in piddly protest with matching red shirts and politically correct signs...all of which was done before class started again (typical pussy rally unlike the ball clenching rallies of the sixties)...i found out how much will need to be done for the internship in london and it is enough to sink the heart of anyone who is not intensly driven....and so i admit it did put me in a somber mood but it is not an easy world out there and my proposed fields of study are packed in tight like pickles and no matter how firmly i try to grasp one it wont shake loose
i dont know where i was going with that but to say that i really want to go to london and indeed i am tickled pink at the idea but it will be harder then i thought
then again, what isnt?
to remain in the thoughts of women
for who can forget a man
when they linger in the air
and on your sweater
people have the damndest way of entering back into your life when you least expect it and even more so when you have not thought about them in years....a good friend of mine from middle school walked into fossil the other day and luckily i felt at peace as she was a darling girl unlike my other aquaintances from that time that i could give a flying fuck about....at any rate, it was refreshing in a frightening way
i long to take some photos but fear that i will have no subject or a talent of finding a good shot...it is always of constant concern especially when one views other artists' brilliance...never the less...it is like the game of golf i think in which one can lose themself completely in an activity that is completely self reliant
in other words....you can forget people
and so today amidst the throngs of angry college students gathered in piddly protest with matching red shirts and politically correct signs...all of which was done before class started again (typical pussy rally unlike the ball clenching rallies of the sixties)...i found out how much will need to be done for the internship in london and it is enough to sink the heart of anyone who is not intensly driven....and so i admit it did put me in a somber mood but it is not an easy world out there and my proposed fields of study are packed in tight like pickles and no matter how firmly i try to grasp one it wont shake loose
i dont know where i was going with that but to say that i really want to go to london and indeed i am tickled pink at the idea but it will be harder then i thought
then again, what isnt?