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huzzah! current song: guelah papyrus by phish. aboard a craft bereft of oar i rowed upstream to find lenore abducted by a bandit or a king from some forgotten war and mindful of his larval craze the rhinotropic micro-gaze ignored it and to my amazement rode to paris in twelve days this is the work of the guelah papyrus stranded for a moment on the ocean of osyrus absorbing all she can for every member of her clan expanding exponentially like some recursive virus she take me on i never fail to ride on the redundant rail because when i know she's switched a track there's always one to take me back and through the bedroom door intrude a fretful frown and spoil the mood because though i never really stand that tall she tilt my frame she watch me fall this is the work of the guelah papyrus stranded for a moment on the ocean of osyrus absorbing all she can for every member of her clan expanding exponentially like some recursive virus so maybe i could be a fly and feed arachnid as i die and view the ritual from within the silken tunnel that they spin and through the bedroom door intrude a fretful frown and spoil the mood because though i never really stand that tall she tilt my frame she watch me fall this is the work of the guelah papyrus stranded for a moment on the ocean of osyrus absorbing all she can for every member of her clan expanding exponentially like some recursive virus so my best friend and my partner broke up and somehow in the hour i was absent from my phone the whole goddamn world heard about it and texted and/or called me about it. sorry, kids, but i was busy putting nails in a coffin, so to speak...at any rate, i'm quite sure that eric will be wonderful tomorrow. i guess this can go 2 ways: either he's fine, or he'll be a bear. i've got my money on the latter rather than the former, but we'll see. so i'm gonna sit here and chill and listen to phish and eat rice cakes and peach activa yogurt. and i'm going to go to bed a happy little girl, somewhat oblivious to what's going on. i don't mean to sound cold, but it's not my job to clean it up this time. and i'm in too good a mood at this point to let anything bother me... i hope i can find someone to cover for me on friday... ~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~ get your own guestbook here |
