and the last hour of my 79.5 hour week dies....
word. been working so much that i think my xbox is jealous of the video store.
i think my girlfriend is too...we never get to really talk talk on the phone and it makes me sad. I miss her.
i wrote this at about 10am today. er, yesterday.
Life and Layer Masks
set your local art gallery on fire, we're going digital as passing peripheral life slows and comes to focus. the destination's horizon blends contiguously with the foreground, birthed is a milieu of reverie contrasting a pragmatic marathon: silence amidst the thunder of pounding feet, calm breath among the gasping. i was given an empty canvas to fill with each passing day upon reflection, creativity is sacrificed for calculation and dependable predictability. circular motion with bitter bristles
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i think my girlfriend is too...we never get to really talk talk on the phone and it makes me sad. I miss her.
i wrote this at about 10am today. er, yesterday.
Life and Layer Masks
set your local art gallery on fire, we're going digital as passing peripheral life slows and comes to focus. the destination's horizon blends contiguously with the foreground, birthed is a milieu of reverie contrasting a pragmatic marathon: silence amidst the thunder of pounding feet, calm breath among the gasping. i was given an empty canvas to fill with each passing day upon reflection, creativity is sacrificed for calculation and dependable predictability. circular motion with bitter bristles
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