Anna, Kendra and I were mending, and we found three scraps of paper in a book, with all of these notes and I don't know scribbled on it. We decided it must be turned into a free-style poem. Here you go.
Do you prefer to spill over or to taste your depths?
For whole and entire (I) want myself at every instant.
Spread out and open in this endless becoming.
Listen to the others
That the (female) one without the other can neither be given nor received - this he knows who has woken up a little earlier than you have.
How does one outline an age?
Web of reason --> what is its relation to shadows of thought (Thoughts attach themselves to us? But do they?)
No premature terms
But isn’t that your game: ceaselessly to bring the outside inward? To have no outside that you have not put there yourself? My scream would then be merely the syn of your recall.
(affects are also syns)
2 midnight, 2 summers, movement takes 2
The undertow the return of high and low tide leaves the same but different pebbles, shells it upon shore
”I want” says childhood
Me: hula hoop
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To do:
- Mail the envelope with all of the receipts and papers for the food stamps
- Make it over to the DMV to get a PA license?
- Figure out how to contest the aid. I'll probably write an email...
- Research credit cards
- If it hasn't arrived by Monday.... call up Stroheckers and find out if they actually mailed my prescription yet or not? *desperate*
So I guess I'll just write a letter and send it to financial aid and see what happens?
Also, tomorrow morning is my appointment with the UPenn residential program. Two-way mirrors!