"please won't you stay awhile and share my grief;
it's such a lovely day to have to always feel this way."
i feel like chopping off all of my hair, wearing nothing but black in the hot hot sun and becoming that chronic chain smoker you see outside the denny's parking lot with sunglasses on in the last minutes of dusk. yeah. that guy. but a girl. me.
me. what the hell does that mean anyway, "me"? i hate to be the emo kid discovering existentialism, but i've come to the conclusion that since i'm both physically and emotionally crippled, the only way i can contribute to this world is to write something that actually changes things, that makes people stop and give a good goddamn in their meanial-translucent-latte-lives. a starbucks on every corner you say? nothing but the new york times to read eh? sounds lovely to those devoid of a soul on this planet.
been feelin'. been feelin' ginsberg-esque. been feelin'. and i'm not sure i like it.
it's such a lovely day to have to always feel this way."
i feel like chopping off all of my hair, wearing nothing but black in the hot hot sun and becoming that chronic chain smoker you see outside the denny's parking lot with sunglasses on in the last minutes of dusk. yeah. that guy. but a girl. me.
me. what the hell does that mean anyway, "me"? i hate to be the emo kid discovering existentialism, but i've come to the conclusion that since i'm both physically and emotionally crippled, the only way i can contribute to this world is to write something that actually changes things, that makes people stop and give a good goddamn in their meanial-translucent-latte-lives. a starbucks on every corner you say? nothing but the new york times to read eh? sounds lovely to those devoid of a soul on this planet.
been feelin'. been feelin' ginsberg-esque. been feelin'. and i'm not sure i like it.
lumenagerie:
Whats up?
lumenagerie:
Not doing much. Just gettin used to the new job and all. Otherwise, just being boring.