I've felt very paranoid lately. I'm not sure why. I hope everyone had a delightful Reformation Day. My bed is so comfortable. It's incredible. The burger I had tonight just wasn't that awesome. I was kinda hoping for more. I don't think I come off as trustworthy. Maybe it's that dangerous glint in my eye. It's been stuck there for months. Quite the hassle when I try to put in my contacts.
Recent mind games (inclusive but certainly not exhaustive):
-Thoughts are the great purveyors of the soul. When they bring back filth for me to ingest, my sight becomes a bit darker and my heart crystallizes just a little more.
-How can I encourage openness and kindness in others when I can't admit my own private, snobbish judgements?
-Remember that little 7Up Spot guy from the commercials in the late 80s? Did he ever talk? Or was it more like little squeaking noises, kinda like the Cheat?
-I wish I could write smiling melodies to all your sad words but I just can't find the right key. It's fantastically frustrating. But every time I give up it just makes me want to try again. It's a cycle of backward steps.
-What's the appeal of "going clubbing"?
-I've become less tolerant of silence and solitude. It's a little disappointing really.
-Remember when we got kicked out of Expo for playing hide and go seek around the expensive lamps? What a bad influence you were! Oh but I still love ya buddy.
If I were to name something after you, what would you like it to be?
I fly home this Friday. I'm 6 pages from the end. Just don't give it away. Go read some Bradbury and everything will be okay.
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2 comments:
ooh "fantastically frustrating." i like it.
Goob, that was so stream of conciousness, I think I might have to take a bath.
Also, please name your bathroom faucet after me, and remember to clean it off every once in a while.
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