That's what I get
I feel like I could careen like this all the time. I'm knee deep in it, up to my cerebral cortex in intoxication. And I'm pinwheeling down a steep slope like an unstoppable force. And I'm thinking of animation, reanimation and scaling on a deep, heavy bass line, slugging back and forth with a driving, simple melody. I think I tasted adulthood today. Tonight even. It washed over me like the first fizzy sip of a cider. (But really it was Peroni) And I shivered, is this foreboding? But my sense of self persists through all of this. And I am grounded once again. It takes a thought to sweep me to the four winds. I can be here in happiness and then step back to despair. But honestly. This introspection is always a result of this thoughtful me. Sometimes it punches my joviality in the face and takes over. I don't know what the future holds, does it make sense that the only constant is myself? But I see you in it baby. Forgive my nonsense, I'm a bit drunk. Too much to do my assignment, too much to play age of empires, only enough to spew thoughtless crap into cyberspace. And isn't that just perfect? For me it is. I do wonder how it is that I lumber around like I've a severed limb, and I splash blood on everything I approach. How I do make a mess of things.
Wonder, wander. In wonder I wander, There is no sense in their drivel, but they're entitled to that opinion, for it's theirs. My precious girl. My thoughts are half with you.
One day it will come to me, and I will be able to say 'that's what I get!' in that plain, guttural way that Trent Reznor does.
I can't keep myself from \fiction. It's too good, too unreal. But I digress. That's all I do.