Chemistry was one of the best periods of my life.
i feel like a bowl of rotting liquid.
my friends are in love, and i portray the sour'est type of counsel. I pour out a rancid type of stuff that cannot help anthing or anyone and deserves to be set near the vicinity of a poorly maintained cat litter box. i wear deodorant... but this scent is something that no one can smell with a nose on their face.. this is something like a backache from the chords of my heart. .. the chains of my soul.. Not form the good type of labor the gnomes do in the forests day after day while wistling though.. that would make their backs hurt.. and possibly their hearts and souls, especially if the daylight hours were extended dramatically and sunsets and rises never came. But for a spoiled american? for a chubby little baby that wishes she was asian? why would her heart hurt? why because its in denial of something going under not on for quite too much of a while? Something hidden behind a smile that doesnt want to surface because the scab skin covering feeel so Good! it feels so smooth and wont leave room nor time for a scar to form. No time for any pink.. only ... some color. .. some crazy unknown music that seems to have a similar purpose to a crazy braid of thread and hemp. woven by a museum outside on the grass..
but anyways...
my friends are in love, and its a wonderful thing!.. when their in Love.. when their floating around in a wave of wonder.. sending out hearts like wholesome little balloons. letting them float around and pop!. ... letting out an air thats so much sweeter scented than any dro balloon...but may have just as sweet of a memory:)
my grandparents bough a water filter for the faucet, i put it on.. and its pritty. it has a filter. a screen. something i would have thought pefect to place on something for some purposes from past.
but filters get dirty and uhhgg... like our nostrils when we need to blow our noses... "nostrils" is a strange word... strange as i feel like a big stuffed up nose i guess. i can smell flowers though.
man i love learning.
so much... i miss it.
my friends are in love, and i portray the sour'est type of counsel. I pour out a rancid type of stuff that cannot help anthing or anyone and deserves to be set near the vicinity of a poorly maintained cat litter box. i wear deodorant... but this scent is something that no one can smell with a nose on their face.. this is something like a backache from the chords of my heart. .. the chains of my soul.. Not form the good type of labor the gnomes do in the forests day after day while wistling though.. that would make their backs hurt.. and possibly their hearts and souls, especially if the daylight hours were extended dramatically and sunsets and rises never came. But for a spoiled american? for a chubby little baby that wishes she was asian? why would her heart hurt? why because its in denial of something going under not on for quite too much of a while? Something hidden behind a smile that doesnt want to surface because the scab skin covering feeel so Good! it feels so smooth and wont leave room nor time for a scar to form. No time for any pink.. only ... some color. .. some crazy unknown music that seems to have a similar purpose to a crazy braid of thread and hemp. woven by a museum outside on the grass..
but anyways...
my friends are in love, and its a wonderful thing!.. when their in Love.. when their floating around in a wave of wonder.. sending out hearts like wholesome little balloons. letting them float around and pop!. ... letting out an air thats so much sweeter scented than any dro balloon...but may have just as sweet of a memory:)
my grandparents bough a water filter for the faucet, i put it on.. and its pritty. it has a filter. a screen. something i would have thought pefect to place on something for some purposes from past.
but filters get dirty and uhhgg... like our nostrils when we need to blow our noses... "nostrils" is a strange word... strange as i feel like a big stuffed up nose i guess. i can smell flowers though.
man i love learning.
so much... i miss it.