I am experiencing life on a whole different level. I am confused about being confused. I am angry for being fooled into attempting to consume that which, as a movie is as a consumer product, utterly unconsumable.
There is not enough laughter, not an obscenity I can scream loud enough to articulate.
Truth, it seemed, a deeper truth and richness of life and growth of character and proof of philosophy entwined with fibres of ancient and massive trees, ink from the very blackness of the Deep and each folding upon the other to give them all in sum such a greater appearance of significance than any may have of its own merits demanded - starting,
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At great length, May finally dragged its sorry butt in, and found me back at MacLean, in Royal Oak, and taking a german class in A2. I drive an hour each way, three days a week, to chat with Kalli. Yeehaw
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