coffeewhiskey

I've taken up Sean and Jason's accreditation to my facial hair and refused to shave, how long these apathetic attempts to change will last is truly hard to say. Though the kitchen staff at my work did indeed embellish an approving laugh at my thick stubble in three to five languages I continue to try to understand, those working dogs know the seeds of a good hopeless mans beard when they see one. Now I am recumbent to my room, where I just sew and listen to Beirut. It's so ugly how one can distort there own skin instantly the same way time does in so many years, I can push it together and make it wrinkle and collapse upon its self as if time is always sitting next to us pushing us into collapsing in on ourselves but its just so easy if you do it yourself. I know if I lay down I will be asleep, I know if I go biking I will feel awake, what will make me happy? Going to a poetry reading tonight. I hope those cheap date drinks have the best intentions when they push me into my favorite states of forgetfullness and other words that arn't words yet.
I swear I've been cutting onions all day.