whimsy like uncontrolled imagination
ok so I'm seriously starting to freak out now
it happens when I take a pause- on my way to norton st, sitting on the balcony, etc. etc.
been soaking up as much sun as possible today, I hate the way my skin looks at the end of winter. and there's a little mint-green leaf bug on my balcony who kept me company while I was sitting out there with a smoke and my frozen coffee.
1. make a cup of coffee.
2. add milk (not frothed)
3. if you sweeten your coffee, add a bit more than you usually would
4. put the cup of coffee (now appropriately milky and sweet) in the freezer
5. every now and then, come by and stir it to break up the ice as it forms
6. drink when it is the same consistency as a slushie, ideally with flaky bits of ice.
but yeah. constant knot of worry in my stomach, got a really sweet text from my mum in seattle saying "I really truly love you" and wishing me luck and all that. which was nice, since if she was here I probably would have had a fight with her by now.
I've definitely studied more for these exams than any of my other ones, ever. which is how it should be, right? but still that's not a very high standard to set myself. and while I've worked willy-nilly on most stuff, I'm hardly prepared for english, and especially unprepared for my later exams. bad planning ahoy.
anyway this is hella disjointed and not how it was in my head, I was being all thoughtful and such but i guess it was the sun and the drink and the smoke and the anxiety.
I hope that no one ever leaves
Cause I don't want to be alone with me,
Not with the things that rush
Up and down this symphonous spine.
Here comes the love anxiety,
Can't let it grab a hold of me-
Not after last time.
but on the other hand
ps. as soon as these are done I figure it has to be pretty much the time of my life.
Whimsy like smelling like a swimming pool, or crates of old tennis balls; and best friends forever. Took a steam from Jeanine and Paul. It's gonna be a wonderful summer to start smoking cigarettes and hooking up with drummers, and lost identity and starting to get a little thin - you haven't seen fun until a monkey weighs a tonne.
Tennis live on a beautiful clay court, tight underwear for a little extra schlong support. like no tour, our dream's destined to be poor, a very creative mind, but sleeping on a cement floor. Loose schedule and always staying home free, no checking account, hallucinate like 3-D. I'm important I will never be a corporate slave - I'm gonna find my mind in the motherfucking inky maze. How's that for a great way to bounce back?
Disgusting like trying to sleep and hearing the snap of rat-traps, like flying ants and ripping your best breaking pants or seeing your dream girl and realising you haven't any chance. Just a dream like an instant-trick rent scheme or when the ref's not looking, the wrestler gets double-teamed. No fair like selling a broke frigedaire in the hood late-night with dyed neon green hair
What are you looking for? Nobody really knows. You can be a bum or a woman with a hundred rolls. Eat cakes. Don't stop. Eat snakes. Be quiet like the sound that falling dandruff makes.
Whimsy like uncontrolled imagination.
it happens when I take a pause- on my way to norton st, sitting on the balcony, etc. etc.
been soaking up as much sun as possible today, I hate the way my skin looks at the end of winter. and there's a little mint-green leaf bug on my balcony who kept me company while I was sitting out there with a smoke and my frozen coffee.
1. make a cup of coffee.
2. add milk (not frothed)
3. if you sweeten your coffee, add a bit more than you usually would
4. put the cup of coffee (now appropriately milky and sweet) in the freezer
5. every now and then, come by and stir it to break up the ice as it forms
6. drink when it is the same consistency as a slushie, ideally with flaky bits of ice.
but yeah. constant knot of worry in my stomach, got a really sweet text from my mum in seattle saying "I really truly love you" and wishing me luck and all that. which was nice, since if she was here I probably would have had a fight with her by now.
I've definitely studied more for these exams than any of my other ones, ever. which is how it should be, right? but still that's not a very high standard to set myself. and while I've worked willy-nilly on most stuff, I'm hardly prepared for english, and especially unprepared for my later exams. bad planning ahoy.
anyway this is hella disjointed and not how it was in my head, I was being all thoughtful and such but i guess it was the sun and the drink and the smoke and the anxiety.
I hope that no one ever leaves
Cause I don't want to be alone with me,
Not with the things that rush
Up and down this symphonous spine.
Here comes the love anxiety,
Can't let it grab a hold of me-
Not after last time.
but on the other hand
ps. as soon as these are done I figure it has to be pretty much the time of my life.
Whimsy like smelling like a swimming pool, or crates of old tennis balls; and best friends forever. Took a steam from Jeanine and Paul. It's gonna be a wonderful summer to start smoking cigarettes and hooking up with drummers, and lost identity and starting to get a little thin - you haven't seen fun until a monkey weighs a tonne.
Tennis live on a beautiful clay court, tight underwear for a little extra schlong support. like no tour, our dream's destined to be poor, a very creative mind, but sleeping on a cement floor. Loose schedule and always staying home free, no checking account, hallucinate like 3-D. I'm important I will never be a corporate slave - I'm gonna find my mind in the motherfucking inky maze. How's that for a great way to bounce back?
Disgusting like trying to sleep and hearing the snap of rat-traps, like flying ants and ripping your best breaking pants or seeing your dream girl and realising you haven't any chance. Just a dream like an instant-trick rent scheme or when the ref's not looking, the wrestler gets double-teamed. No fair like selling a broke frigedaire in the hood late-night with dyed neon green hair
What are you looking for? Nobody really knows. You can be a bum or a woman with a hundred rolls. Eat cakes. Don't stop. Eat snakes. Be quiet like the sound that falling dandruff makes.
Whimsy like uncontrolled imagination.