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the long and winding post.... current album: post by bjork current song: hyperballad we live on a mountain right at the top there's a beautiful view from the top of the mountain every morning i walk towards the edge and throw little things off like car parts bottles and cutlery or whatever i find lying around it's become a habit a way to start the day i go through all this before you wake up so i can feel happier to be safe up here with you it's real early morning no one is awake i'm back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow with my eyes until they crash i imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks and when it lands will my eyes be closed or open? i go through all this before you wake up so i can feel happier to be safe up here with you *pause from writing* it seems that everyone is growing up. it's a wonderful thing, don't get me wrong - but isn't it a bit scary? i suppose that when standing still everything else around me is going at the speed of light, infinitely faster than my finite life. i being human, have a limited nature or existance. and that, my friends, is quite mind boggling, to say the least. every day i am more and more bewildered by this existance. i've decided to ditch the coffee for some gatorade. i think that's a wise move considering that it's now 10 after 7 in the a.m., e.s.t. interesting thought: if i were to write with no punctuation, do you think that people would assume that i was 13, or that i really like kafka? ugh, the first rays of garish sun have snaked in between the curtains. that means that if i walk from the girls' house to mine from the back instead of across the lawn, i can still make it before my pasty skin is charred. it's time for this vampire to crawl back into her coffin. or, i could stay up all day and reset my sleeping schedule. do you think that i could do it? maybe if i keep rambling on here in this little white box, i could keep myself up. there would probably be a plethora of grammatical errors, however, and is that a risk i'm willing to take? i'd love to numb my mind and watch our generation's heirophant (a.k.a. the television), but there are many boys asleep on couches here in the living room and i don't like to bother people. i haven't written in my notebook for a couple of days now. i guess i've been so busy bottling my thoughts so i can comfort the people around me that i haven't had time to write for myself, hence the long-winded entry today. suffer, my readers, suffer. all none of you. i think that the next time i go on a crazy spending binge, i'm going to buy a gold account here at the d'land. i love this place, i've been writing here for years now - literally - and i think that i should stop abusing the freeness of the aformentioned site and donate. plus, i'd get to put up pictures and i'd get banners. don't you think that it would be nifty? whatever the people in the basement are watching is very cheesy and extremely loud. i wonder if they realize it. i don't think that they do, or they would have reduced the volume. ~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~ get your own guestbook here |
