Nov 07, 2013 01:50
Must. Not. Yield. To. Overwhelming. --- Compulsion. To. Delay. Fullfillment. Of. School-related. Obligations.
I'm feeling pretty flamboyant right now, I must say. It's that 11:00 p.m. cup 'o Joe. I don't need speed, I tells ya. Just coffee. Coffee at the right hour, as it were. I've been making audible my inner-monologue tonight. And in a British accent no less. Feeling inspired by that cheeky Russel Brand, I am.
Any substance for this post? I should think not. Giggles.
My mind is a never ending string of cogs winding the next in series, and I stand at the helm cranking those suckers in perpetual motion yielding no translational motion (that's physics speak for up, down, left, right... B-A, B-A, start). The poetry has devolved into nonsense... or has the nonsense evolved into poetry? One can only hope.
But I digress. Perhaps sleep is the best option. Hey, I'm going to near-Boston in December. w00t! For job training. Sorta w00t.
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