Jul 18, 2005 14:37
just me and the heat. i sunned myself outside on the dorm lawn and listened to stranger in a strange land on audiobook. went to the bank. fifty bucks to my name.
what the fuck happened?
what happened?
i don't know why i bother making some posts friends only. nobody reads this except people on my list.
Euclid Ave. was full of boys on their heat engines, out in the street, out in the sun. They wore no shirts, small sunglasses, and were tanned darkly. Heat engines move a person from point A to point B very quickly. The summer street opens out around the eyes with that noise and blasts from the heat engines. At night the boys work on their heat engines, and do drugs, and have sex, and run around doing all those things.
from boyle's aim profile:
MOVIES ARENT REAL
THE RED PILLS TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL, NOT THE MATRIX!
i really miss my friends. i'm so sick of inarticulate allegiences, loyalties, tendencies, pretty much anything behavioral, i'd just assume put myself in a place where it's all in my favor so i just don't have to think about it anymore. more from the bathosphere later.