blank verse in a swank hearse
summer wanes
i did for once find comfort in hedonism, but as it was sanctioned by the season, I'm anticipating a new leaf.
numerous sunrises viewed alone from the balcony. aches for others, comfort by myself (mostly).
sometimes i worried i was becoming some sort of nihilist. but i think I'm actually just confused and have a tendency towards doubting. the one is forgivable and the other OK in moderation. balance invoked on a daily basis.
sometimes felt still quite satisfied with the apparent beauty of this city, sometimes it seemed a flimsy peg for the happiness-hat. yeah yeah
so: trying to make a sturdy peg, just like y'all. the animation with ryan turned out fairly wicked. pascal is gone. will likely learn to appreciate (more) his (nearly)relentless sobriety in his absence. of late, much: chess, ciggys, coffee, pot, "rock band", lds, sarah, fast-cycling, NYS (which led to: silliness, high-spirits, good-feeling), instant noodles, weight-lifting, putting off of numerous letters in need of writing, olympic table tennis, alley-rallying (b-minton), constant games for that matter (please allow yourself to be a vector for this psychic virus: that the game until now called "headbands" or "celebrity head" be henceforth called "qui suis-je?" AKA KEY-SWEEGE, which scallion coined (is this too much energy to invest in such trifling matters?))
there is a literally unbelievable snoring sound coming from the brick canyon immediately outside my window. i am suspicious of opus and his electroaccoustic gadgetry.
i did for once find comfort in hedonism, but as it was sanctioned by the season, I'm anticipating a new leaf.
numerous sunrises viewed alone from the balcony. aches for others, comfort by myself (mostly).
sometimes i worried i was becoming some sort of nihilist. but i think I'm actually just confused and have a tendency towards doubting. the one is forgivable and the other OK in moderation. balance invoked on a daily basis.
sometimes felt still quite satisfied with the apparent beauty of this city, sometimes it seemed a flimsy peg for the happiness-hat. yeah yeah
so: trying to make a sturdy peg, just like y'all. the animation with ryan turned out fairly wicked. pascal is gone. will likely learn to appreciate (more) his (nearly)relentless sobriety in his absence. of late, much: chess, ciggys, coffee, pot, "rock band", lds, sarah, fast-cycling, NYS (which led to: silliness, high-spirits, good-feeling), instant noodles, weight-lifting, putting off of numerous letters in need of writing, olympic table tennis, alley-rallying (b-minton), constant games for that matter (please allow yourself to be a vector for this psychic virus: that the game until now called "headbands" or "celebrity head" be henceforth called "qui suis-je?" AKA KEY-SWEEGE, which scallion coined (is this too much energy to invest in such trifling matters?))
there is a literally unbelievable snoring sound coming from the brick canyon immediately outside my window. i am suspicious of opus and his electroaccoustic gadgetry.