what can i say?
my life is simple, with subtle texture, a fractal surface describing perverse equations.
it's raining. it's been over two weeks since it rained.
i know that, i know what phase the moon is in and when it will rise tonight.
i have three days left to fix the hose bibs, redo and expand the irrigation on the deck, dig in the paving stones, order mulch, plant a bunch more potatoes, and call my cali friends to tell them i'm not going to be able to visit again this trip.
what the fuck did you think i'd been up to?
lemme give you a ferinstance.
i lost my sun hat somehow at noispop and fretted for weeks as the sun kept me indoors. yesterday i bought a sun hat, even better than the old one, it's practically a sombrero.
today, it rains.
simple surface, with a fractal texture of perversity. i'll say it again.
i'm living on something like a stipend, everytime i see my parents they give me a few hundred dollars, and i blow it in hours on pipe wrenches and twist timers.
i'm broke again, something like really broke, but not really, not ever really.
so i scraped $13 in quarters out of the change dish. i'm going to a movie.
my life is simple, with subtle texture, a fractal surface describing perverse equations.
it's raining. it's been over two weeks since it rained.
i know that, i know what phase the moon is in and when it will rise tonight.
i have three days left to fix the hose bibs, redo and expand the irrigation on the deck, dig in the paving stones, order mulch, plant a bunch more potatoes, and call my cali friends to tell them i'm not going to be able to visit again this trip.
what the fuck did you think i'd been up to?
lemme give you a ferinstance.
i lost my sun hat somehow at noispop and fretted for weeks as the sun kept me indoors. yesterday i bought a sun hat, even better than the old one, it's practically a sombrero.
today, it rains.
simple surface, with a fractal texture of perversity. i'll say it again.
i'm living on something like a stipend, everytime i see my parents they give me a few hundred dollars, and i blow it in hours on pipe wrenches and twist timers.
i'm broke again, something like really broke, but not really, not ever really.
so i scraped $13 in quarters out of the change dish. i'm going to a movie.
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I usually don't call tattoos flare, but I meant all body modifications...I heard someone say it once and thought it was great...because it made me think of that line "I don't really like talking about my flare" cause that's exactly how I feel about my ink and piercings.
I don't want to crush his spirits I just want him to communicate more so I don't have to imagine everything under the sun. He could just tell me the truth so I don't assume the worse.