My room is cold and I can hear the rain on my windowsill. In bed with my computer. It's rad, even though it doesn't know how to spoon.
I was reading some of the Platonic dialogues at work the other day, and I'd toss my book down on the counter when customers approached. It pleased me greatly when people commented on my "light reading for the evening", or talked to me about how they took classes on Greek philosophy way back in the day, or began conversations about the allegorical tale of the sequence of events after Socrates drank the hemlock. How he froze from the feet up to the heart. His soul ascending.
Anyway, the point is that I started placing the book so that it would look haphazardly thrown aside, upside-down, but with the title in plain view. People kept commenting on it.
Made me happy.
Also, yesterday, I was listening to the university radio station (yes, while at work.. I'm sure I'll stop talking about work eventually..) and tickets to a local show were being given away to the first person who called in and requested a Canadian band. My first thought was, "Aw, I would totally request the Weakerthans if I was near a phone. Then I'd get to listen to them at work, and it would put a smile on my face."
A few minutes later, the Weakerthans came on the radio and I was pleased as punch.
I feel sick to my stomach knowing that I talk too much and say too little.
I don't know why I can't just settle for a little while. Be content and less spastic and flimsy.
I make fucking delicious spaghetti.
I have a paper to write tomorrow. And countless hours of reading to catch up on. School is in the background and has been all semester so far, even though I still count time in "semesters" [and secretly, in heartbeats and inflection and the number of rings before I answer the phone and the tiniest movement of your hand over my skin under soft blue light and champagne roses and footsteps on wet cement and water whipped off gold umbrellas and the way downtown looks so sweet and gentle in the evening, in the rain, in the dark.]
there's beauty in the breakdown
I was reading some of the Platonic dialogues at work the other day, and I'd toss my book down on the counter when customers approached. It pleased me greatly when people commented on my "light reading for the evening", or talked to me about how they took classes on Greek philosophy way back in the day, or began conversations about the allegorical tale of the sequence of events after Socrates drank the hemlock. How he froze from the feet up to the heart. His soul ascending.
Anyway, the point is that I started placing the book so that it would look haphazardly thrown aside, upside-down, but with the title in plain view. People kept commenting on it.
Made me happy.
Also, yesterday, I was listening to the university radio station (yes, while at work.. I'm sure I'll stop talking about work eventually..) and tickets to a local show were being given away to the first person who called in and requested a Canadian band. My first thought was, "Aw, I would totally request the Weakerthans if I was near a phone. Then I'd get to listen to them at work, and it would put a smile on my face."
A few minutes later, the Weakerthans came on the radio and I was pleased as punch.
I feel sick to my stomach knowing that I talk too much and say too little.
I don't know why I can't just settle for a little while. Be content and less spastic and flimsy.
I make fucking delicious spaghetti.
I have a paper to write tomorrow. And countless hours of reading to catch up on. School is in the background and has been all semester so far, even though I still count time in "semesters" [and secretly, in heartbeats and inflection and the number of rings before I answer the phone and the tiniest movement of your hand over my skin under soft blue light and champagne roses and footsteps on wet cement and water whipped off gold umbrellas and the way downtown looks so sweet and gentle in the evening, in the rain, in the dark.]
there's beauty in the breakdown
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Relentless is probably the best one...Philosophy is good too, then Flying saucer tour, Arizona Bay ( Which is where Tool got the idea of writting Aenima) That's about it. But like I said try to get videos as well.