Dec 18, 2009 11:47
Ah drivel drivel drivel, that's all I'm worth. Someday this leaking cortex will be a warm liquid bath to a host of rapidly evolving ideas and, eh, frequencies. Primordial ooze. That's a gem right there, ooze. But then, what could be further from a precious stone than brackish muck? Nevermind.
Gosh I tell ya, I'm awful tired. Weakness, is what this really is. Just another slab-sided lame duck avoidence tactic. There is too much to do, far too much to do and I'm idling. Goddamnit, I Could be dead at 25 and how much would that rankle. 25 years and not much of a story to tell. Get busy living. The weird turn pro. Res ipsa loquitur, all around us, all around. Christ, that's funny.
I'm trying to tell you about last night. Leave it alone, I'll tell you later.