Ten minutes of someone else's internal monologue.
Monday, July 21, 2008
10:20-10:30
I love Michael Jackson. The joy listening to Man in the Mirror has given me over the past 14 hours cancels any worry about his weird face. I am steering clear of the rest of the controversy. But, you know, he started with the man in the mirror. I mean, I don't think I have blah blah blah. I wouldn't bother writing some of the shit I type, I mean, with my hands and a pen, type is cheap. No message could have been any clearer. How is this going for you? I think its going pretty well. No, for real, I don't I think I might be giving up on thinking that I have to live my life like the fucking environment matters. I mean, I guess I have been doing that for, well since I lived in Tennessee, but I am going to get off that boat. And its scary, but I think it might be good. It feels right thought it makes no sense. Or at least I think it feels right. it doesn't feel like some gut thing, it just feels like where I am going. i heart elizabeth davis. i owe her work. uh oh. i never did my final for the class. gotta get on that. links. you want links. no way. i am not going back and editing this shit later, cause once you hit the edit button the whole goal is different and that is not what I am going for. I am really just going for a smidgen on self respect, will, and you know, divine intervention. mirror. clearer. i feel like me. and it feels good. pink. ping. dink dime time right shoe feet right you hear the volume of the gut yesterday i thought questions chickens open to varied possibilities open to something right. somewhere. right. pento feeling good. eat protein. eat protein. eat protein. its the way to conquer the world, and i want to conquer. no really, its just the way to get what you want done. protein. ima get some meat form the store. ewwww. but then ima have to cook it. Which actually I can do quite well. warming up to meat. i actually like it, a lot. I want some ground beef right now, well actually I don't want any ground beef right now. i mean, its really the worst of the breakfast meats, cheap for the morning. id eat some eggs thought. ha and i will i will i will. i know its late for breakfast but this is my life and i am changing it and soon i will get up early and shower and put on a face and some clothes and go to work where i will...do things... and be that thing and learn some shit and stuff and then run away to travel for a minute and be back and good and yes i mean maybe the world is ending but sasha was so very confident that doom was not imminent.
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