i went through all the letters of the alphabet and found nothing interesting
i've been informed of one million things different to what i thought pervious to this information overload. i'm half full and half empty of remorse for my naive imagination, and therefore, considering who i am, my naive conceptions of life every single day.
today i woke up and i didn't hesitate to get out of bed. that felt redeeming, for all of the other days preceeding when i'd dose in and out and over bulls for hours until the clock read something more p.m. nathan was febreezing the house, the slip cover was hugging the love seat and i thought about how i just can't wait to be outside in fall when everything is the warm, yellow color of birds and tired, tired flowers. maybe i'm never satisfied with the seasons?
in an attempt to save cash i've thought about rationing food for myself. status: hungry. really though, it's not so bad. when i eat i try to do so sparingly anyway and this way i won't buy too much and end up giving away five dollars of left-overs.
new paragraphs feel like showering. sometimes after i take showers i put on the same old clothes and continue course; other times it's best to start fresh and diced up and therefore, i hold new paragraphs in some unreachable cage in the darkest depths of my clutter-bugged heart. spring cleaning?
in honor of jesus's second coming to earth (slash michigan!) i'm having a party at my house monday night some time. i'm not sure when, considering the son of god is playing a show at the shelter and these things tend to delay parties, but details are soon-coming and i want to drink wine but not until i barf. i want to sip wine and think about the fact that butterflies go for the eyes and if you don't watch out they'll blind you for the sake of saline.
all's well!
today i woke up and i didn't hesitate to get out of bed. that felt redeeming, for all of the other days preceeding when i'd dose in and out and over bulls for hours until the clock read something more p.m. nathan was febreezing the house, the slip cover was hugging the love seat and i thought about how i just can't wait to be outside in fall when everything is the warm, yellow color of birds and tired, tired flowers. maybe i'm never satisfied with the seasons?
in an attempt to save cash i've thought about rationing food for myself. status: hungry. really though, it's not so bad. when i eat i try to do so sparingly anyway and this way i won't buy too much and end up giving away five dollars of left-overs.
new paragraphs feel like showering. sometimes after i take showers i put on the same old clothes and continue course; other times it's best to start fresh and diced up and therefore, i hold new paragraphs in some unreachable cage in the darkest depths of my clutter-bugged heart. spring cleaning?
in honor of jesus's second coming to earth (slash michigan!) i'm having a party at my house monday night some time. i'm not sure when, considering the son of god is playing a show at the shelter and these things tend to delay parties, but details are soon-coming and i want to drink wine but not until i barf. i want to sip wine and think about the fact that butterflies go for the eyes and if you don't watch out they'll blind you for the sake of saline.
all's well!