gnunat

Sustain.

insert fragmented quartels here.

up-down tempo rock, disco backbeat.

Crash.

Lennon would know what to do.

mew mew.

Meeee owwwww. except not.

Steep sleep.

5.5.4.5.5.2.

hum.

Quiet saturdays are a plus.

The cold air forgot to bleet inconsolation;
through my giggles, i manage a wink.
--daisies are a paltry portrait to this effervescent landscape.
gimme a wild tutu and bring a camera.
splayed among rocks and toys and mirages, i'll languidly stretch the time to us.

invoke devastation, i dare.

...creation, destruction, creation, destruction, creation...

llllllled.

Where'd that book go? I need to sing those pieces. Quiet.

Maybe it dented the neighbors consistency, prophets of space enjoying the ancient silence. Send me on the rocket.



High Guts.

Locked away with secrets of stonehenge;
unabashed perpetuity wallowing in my temporality.
Simple; tuneful; readiness;/// maze & cheese.
I'm churning oldstyle, the special flavored humanity tossed casually atop the daily inconsistencies.
Now, I've eaten too much bread.

The sun should say hello more often...
this task may be more on my shoulders.

Guh. Tiring.

school seems worthless when the grades received have less to do with what should be learned than what the teacher is stuck on for the day. i know i've been overly critical of this academic judgement lately, and i understand the temporal nature of any quarterly assessment, but i feel like the debt i'm accruing in order to pay the teacher's salary is...
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Pickles are yummy.

not as much as afternooning in bed.

yep.

Calisthenics and Delivered Pizza. I'm so stifled.

i am way too much of a night owl for my own good. i slept the day away, waking around 4:30. then came food, coffee, and class; online updating and more mini projects for this quasi-academia. sprinkles of progress dot this lax lunch day.

Sweet! Violent Femmes video!

Beavis and Butthead reruns are quite worthful.