Either the index or the middle. But you can't use just one.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
incorrigible dirigible is a self-plagiarism
(consider this a draft. please.)
I fell in love the other day. again. bother.
someone put too much love in this ol' heart o' mine. and if it's you, or if you have had any part in this stuffing of luffing, i want you to know that you have ruined my life.
melodrama.
but i don't think it's just love. it's probably passion unparticular impacting intersecting perpendicular going 90 degrees to both love and to hate because there's never been a competent pilot to date.
insert a quote from the scarlet letter, that is slightly and humorously misquoted on a friend's back. this is not in any way an endorsement of nathaniel hawthorne.
praise be to champion logic. for it is wise to do so.
ironically nonsensical. but still the most sensible.
not pertaining to the personal preponderance
which is realistically relegated to the reprehensible.
aren't we all the sad clown?
don't we promise to learn this lesson
by living the error all over again?
ew.
i'm currently at rehearsal lying on the floor looking up at a failing fluorescent bulb as the weakened electrical impulses pass from right to left. but that's probably an illusion. my phone does not have the power to record the phenomenon. and that makes me sad. a lot of things make me sad. i got a glitch.
but then it makes me glad that i actually kinda stuck to one general theme this time.
(with a looming gloomy giggle) you're welcome.
I fell in love the other day. again. bother.
someone put too much love in this ol' heart o' mine. and if it's you, or if you have had any part in this stuffing of luffing, i want you to know that you have ruined my life.
melodrama.
but i don't think it's just love. it's probably passion unparticular impacting intersecting perpendicular going 90 degrees to both love and to hate because there's never been a competent pilot to date.
insert a quote from the scarlet letter, that is slightly and humorously misquoted on a friend's back. this is not in any way an endorsement of nathaniel hawthorne.
praise be to champion logic. for it is wise to do so.
ironically nonsensical. but still the most sensible.
not pertaining to the personal preponderance
which is realistically relegated to the reprehensible.
aren't we all the sad clown?
don't we promise to learn this lesson
by living the error all over again?
ew.
i'm currently at rehearsal lying on the floor looking up at a failing fluorescent bulb as the weakened electrical impulses pass from right to left. but that's probably an illusion. my phone does not have the power to record the phenomenon. and that makes me sad. a lot of things make me sad. i got a glitch.
but then it makes me glad that i actually kinda stuck to one general theme this time.
(with a looming gloomy giggle) you're welcome.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
If the world ended tomorrow, what would your last meal consist of? (Sky's the limit. You can't east sky.)
Sky is a flavorful construct.
Directions don't exist in space.
BAM.
ummmm, sweet/mashed/mashed sweet potatoes, and/or chocolate milk. maybe put them together in a large container of some sort, one large enough to support my frolicking amidst these super foods.
oh, and the blood of the innocent.
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