Random
thoughts of the day:
Happiness is being snugly and well fed, like plump rabbits, banging away in frenzied breeding hormone enhanced bliss.
I wanna bake a Dutch apple pie.
Misyx needs sex.
Hurricane's overhead, and this weather makes us all brood and stew in drowned mood apathy. Heat and chill, mixed in amorphous tension ... fucking ions are negative.
Regardless ... bad weather brings about changes. It gets into you by seeping through your skin, through your eyes and by the air in your lungs ... it can be good change, this dampened slick layer of darkened twitches. It might do you some good to feel the reality of it all. Pulling up parts that don't get as much limelight as they should. The oppressive sense, the wait and aches; the sound of a TV, low in the other room. All are just waiting for the storm to break and let the ...
anticipation.
Brought back down by the dark afternoon, it's 3 and twilight's early today.
Oppressive procrastination and coma like lethargy have beaten me.
Damn the cases.
I've sunk.
Fuck.
Happiness is being snugly and well fed, like plump rabbits, banging away in frenzied breeding hormone enhanced bliss.
I wanna bake a Dutch apple pie.
Misyx needs sex.
Hurricane's overhead, and this weather makes us all brood and stew in drowned mood apathy. Heat and chill, mixed in amorphous tension ... fucking ions are negative.
Regardless ... bad weather brings about changes. It gets into you by seeping through your skin, through your eyes and by the air in your lungs ... it can be good change, this dampened slick layer of darkened twitches. It might do you some good to feel the reality of it all. Pulling up parts that don't get as much limelight as they should. The oppressive sense, the wait and aches; the sound of a TV, low in the other room. All are just waiting for the storm to break and let the ...
anticipation.
Brought back down by the dark afternoon, it's 3 and twilight's early today.
Oppressive procrastination and coma like lethargy have beaten me.
Damn the cases.
I've sunk.
Fuck.