[.ahahahahaha.ha.ha.heh.]
I don't know how this happneed... it wasn't supposed to, not off of so little, and not so soon, or for so long. But here i am flying through the air before I havet o leave for work and showing no signs of prep to land. It feels like all the eye's are on me... I don't know...
So tonight, is another night to be spent with my friend. Her friend Andrew is coming up from Ohio and I am 'the blank lady'. I blow wisdom smoke words from my hookah. Hah... OH... man. I don't know. It includes my favorite past time.
How did Pink - whoknew get to the top of the count down? Man these countown show's are dumb.
I still don't feel like I have anything to say of importance right now. I'm more ore less just tapping these words out at a fast speed while I watch my fingers fly over the key's, sending flickering shadow's beneathe them... in the reflection in the china cabinet next to the table...
It's mesmorizing.... all the textures of light... or something like that... not totally sure at the moment, just watching.....
This is where the thinking process dwindles down.... to a slow almost non eaxistant trickle.. and where everything relaxes... Nothing analyzed, just felt, but at a safe distance.
Is this what they call ignorance? Because it's product is bliss.
So tonight, is another night to be spent with my friend. Her friend Andrew is coming up from Ohio and I am 'the blank lady'. I blow wisdom smoke words from my hookah. Hah... OH... man. I don't know. It includes my favorite past time.
How did Pink - whoknew get to the top of the count down? Man these countown show's are dumb.
I still don't feel like I have anything to say of importance right now. I'm more ore less just tapping these words out at a fast speed while I watch my fingers fly over the key's, sending flickering shadow's beneathe them... in the reflection in the china cabinet next to the table...
It's mesmorizing.... all the textures of light... or something like that... not totally sure at the moment, just watching.....
This is where the thinking process dwindles down.... to a slow almost non eaxistant trickle.. and where everything relaxes... Nothing analyzed, just felt, but at a safe distance.
Is this what they call ignorance? Because it's product is bliss.