..shiverin' in me boots
Yesterday was one of those arduous days that could only follow a night of no sleep. Standing outside, cold and stiff; I felt myself empathizing with the icicles. The only thing I could really think about was that people who try to break records by staying awake for 168 hours straight are the bastards of society. To hell with you. Around dawn i was also consumed with the image of spawning daylight. Like, every optimistic zombie movie ends with a man standing facing the twilight before sunrise. In that light, everything is some where between black white and every shade of grey... How is it the sky filters light in such stupefying ways?
On a side note. My dear friend of approximately 5 years, so suddenly became consumed with wanderlust for abandoned mortar and rusted metal.. What the fuck is happening?
Sometimes i wonder if people actually read these journals. I mean I know when i was in 10th grade, it was a popular activity, but I am just not sure anymore. Haha oh man, High School!!!!!!!~! @_@
On a side note. My dear friend of approximately 5 years, so suddenly became consumed with wanderlust for abandoned mortar and rusted metal.. What the fuck is happening?
Sometimes i wonder if people actually read these journals. I mean I know when i was in 10th grade, it was a popular activity, but I am just not sure anymore. Haha oh man, High School!!!!!!!~! @_@