mephausto

eaarrrgghhh, I'm yawning and wondering why it feels like I'm bearing weight on my shoulders and restraining urban sprawl inside my ribcage...

oh, pardon me. Let's get back on track, then, shall we?

hmm. turns out I have nothing to say.

but I sure could use a few distractions. as always, strange situations only get stranger and more confusing, especially when one tries to weave the warnings of his past into the present moments of pheremonal magnetism.

I mean, really, I just want a nap beside a living, breathing human. that's all. just some sleep. and some comfort.

oh, and sunshine. always sunshine. heat. the windows open, the doors open, the air flowing. and a nap. on my futon. during the warm afternoon.

ahh... paradise.