(no subject)
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell
and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal
tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex
-ecute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming
something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings.
I love E.E. Cummings. I don't know why I go through these phases- loving things, leaving them, and coming back to them. I guess I could say that about most of my life, though.
In other news, I've graduated. Four and a half years. This will sound a little silly but I feel like fresh laundry: I feel clean and crisp and though maybe not the newest of garments, I'm ready to be worn. Okay, that sounds really silly, but it's true.
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell
and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal
tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex
-ecute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming
something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings.
I love E.E. Cummings. I don't know why I go through these phases- loving things, leaving them, and coming back to them. I guess I could say that about most of my life, though.
In other news, I've graduated. Four and a half years. This will sound a little silly but I feel like fresh laundry: I feel clean and crisp and though maybe not the newest of garments, I'm ready to be worn. Okay, that sounds really silly, but it's true.