fancy looking jackets
shmancy even. it's completely out of control. take two steps back, only more deliria.
last night i went to dova-town and i'm still here. mushrooms, jager, beer, & pot... madness. some guy i don't know very well but who was somewhat tweaky anyway had a puking fit (into a toilet mind you) he called a philosophical dillema. oops, did i do that?. no the jager did.
i think i can put a fork in the concept of the epiphany- at least for the rest of my living years. i think i used to have them, at least i thought i used to have them but they were only strong feelings of lunacy, usually amplified by a substance or complete exhaustion, flashes of empty white upon white.
now it's different, the closest thing to an epiphany i have is finding out the chili we serve is pretty much the chili they serve at wendy's. there is a total lack of wonder about me now, and it fits... having spent so much time when i was very young being self-absorbed, having found myself in the mirror and moved on into the outside world, having given up on fixing it a) because who am i to tell the world what to do and b) the problems are too intrinsic, to unendingly woven; now i just watch it like a tv. and no one's can be surprised by the tv anymore can they?
the other kids are downstairs, and i've written more than i meant too. we got a sampler case of flying dog and it is pure good. it's the little things you know. word out.
(oh yeah. my sister is coming into town tonight. she just turned twenty-one. how awesome is that?)
last night i went to dova-town and i'm still here. mushrooms, jager, beer, & pot... madness. some guy i don't know very well but who was somewhat tweaky anyway had a puking fit (into a toilet mind you) he called a philosophical dillema. oops, did i do that?. no the jager did.
i think i can put a fork in the concept of the epiphany- at least for the rest of my living years. i think i used to have them, at least i thought i used to have them but they were only strong feelings of lunacy, usually amplified by a substance or complete exhaustion, flashes of empty white upon white.
now it's different, the closest thing to an epiphany i have is finding out the chili we serve is pretty much the chili they serve at wendy's. there is a total lack of wonder about me now, and it fits... having spent so much time when i was very young being self-absorbed, having found myself in the mirror and moved on into the outside world, having given up on fixing it a) because who am i to tell the world what to do and b) the problems are too intrinsic, to unendingly woven; now i just watch it like a tv. and no one's can be surprised by the tv anymore can they?
the other kids are downstairs, and i've written more than i meant too. we got a sampler case of flying dog and it is pure good. it's the little things you know. word out.
(oh yeah. my sister is coming into town tonight. she just turned twenty-one. how awesome is that?)