strange thoughts
like stealing q-tips from my on-again/off-again's bathroom because I've run out at home. and then feeling guilty for it.. to the point where I fess up and apologize, go out and buy a new box to replace them, and not buy any for myself.
or..
. dancing topless in circles to the Mars Volta
and..
. positive, negative, and neutral being the only avenues in any direction.
. each road connecting me to a feeling that connects me to the world at large.
[crippling empathy; "oneness"]
. certain chemical reactions placing me smack dab in the middle of all of it- every feeling, every scenario, all-encompassing stylee.
. seeing the images of ideas or things I'm inclined to believe- making them entirely real (and keeping me up for all the hours of the day).
not to mention..
. the actions.. serving only to remind me that I exist. and that there is existence. (and that fear of solitude (or anything, really) can be cured with an embrace).
leading to..
(taken without permission):
. "there's a sense of dread this time of year, like running out of pot and knowing the only way to get high is to drink the bongwater."
I could write an entire book about the philosophy behind that statement. relativity really is a beautiful/disgusting/inconsequential thing.
or..
. dancing topless in circles to the Mars Volta
and..
. positive, negative, and neutral being the only avenues in any direction.
. each road connecting me to a feeling that connects me to the world at large.
[crippling empathy; "oneness"]
. certain chemical reactions placing me smack dab in the middle of all of it- every feeling, every scenario, all-encompassing stylee.
. seeing the images of ideas or things I'm inclined to believe- making them entirely real (and keeping me up for all the hours of the day).
not to mention..
. the actions.. serving only to remind me that I exist. and that there is existence. (and that fear of solitude (or anything, really) can be cured with an embrace).
leading to..
(taken without permission):
. "there's a sense of dread this time of year, like running out of pot and knowing the only way to get high is to drink the bongwater."
I could write an entire book about the philosophy behind that statement. relativity really is a beautiful/disgusting/inconsequential thing.