do i have anything to say?
....it is very cold in the CoOp today. Ever since the power outage last night. I woke up today cold, fetal under my blankets.
Thethesisthisthesisis
almost done.
isis. positive and uncertain at the same time. is is. yes. yes. if if. river gods and constant change death and rebirth. automorphisms preserving what i want, colors, adjacencies, non-adjacencies in the infinite, directions, paths, cycles back to where i supposedly began, how many cycles in present giving. sediment cores, anthropogenic geomorphology, rice farming and methane claims on global warming warnings of the oceans and ice-caps, graphs on all this and that place wrapped up in la texjumble (you) i can't decode. i can't decide what you mean to me when you talk but i'm grateful to know you anyway, in cold grass. or in a bed waking up let's dance to a robot symphathy 3000 on the radio in my head, peaceful happy and muted snow light washing you're dumb, strong should have done it years ago.
last shoppings of the year, last foods, pears to eat, cereal and milk to drink. get anti-oxidants from the beets, don't think of the taste or how it will stain your hands. persephone's pomegranates never come out of your skin that was how they knew and she wishes her hands could ever be clean of incarnadine, no one is exempt, you're repeating vicious cycles.
body is all shook up, falling over the couch taking hits on the pitch playing snow football. score a touchdown, try to tackle, throw your weight around it don't do shit, so much fun. Peace of the sky pans down to carnage on the field. was i in a snowglobe?
Studying for finals means I have a lot on my mind, and it is all running together. but i'm still keeping focused. It'll be good to be home I think. It'll be sad to part with some people in a few days.
Thethesisthisthesisis
almost done.
isis. positive and uncertain at the same time. is is. yes. yes. if if. river gods and constant change death and rebirth. automorphisms preserving what i want, colors, adjacencies, non-adjacencies in the infinite, directions, paths, cycles back to where i supposedly began, how many cycles in present giving. sediment cores, anthropogenic geomorphology, rice farming and methane claims on global warming warnings of the oceans and ice-caps, graphs on all this and that place wrapped up in la texjumble (you) i can't decode. i can't decide what you mean to me when you talk but i'm grateful to know you anyway, in cold grass. or in a bed waking up let's dance to a robot symphathy 3000 on the radio in my head, peaceful happy and muted snow light washing you're dumb, strong should have done it years ago.
last shoppings of the year, last foods, pears to eat, cereal and milk to drink. get anti-oxidants from the beets, don't think of the taste or how it will stain your hands. persephone's pomegranates never come out of your skin that was how they knew and she wishes her hands could ever be clean of incarnadine, no one is exempt, you're repeating vicious cycles.
body is all shook up, falling over the couch taking hits on the pitch playing snow football. score a touchdown, try to tackle, throw your weight around it don't do shit, so much fun. Peace of the sky pans down to carnage on the field. was i in a snowglobe?
Studying for finals means I have a lot on my mind, and it is all running together. but i'm still keeping focused. It'll be good to be home I think. It'll be sad to part with some people in a few days.