"comfortable"

no, not me.

i hate writing this blog in a duquesne computer lab.

i don't know how to do it, but it has to happen. it makes me squirm so so so so so bad.

just want like... australia. too early for this shit.


so so so so so so so so so over it. so over it. i can read, you know.

put on my socks, i'm going on an adventure

gonna see emma


rip..... miss you.

dumb

it needs to stop.

NOW.

cultivation

ignorance is bliss
words i don't live by.
but in some cases, it is true.

you can know too much.
truth is an issue for a reason.
i don't mean knowing everything.
i mean knowing obscurity.

too many people know too many things that aren't true or don't matter.
they leave people like me feeling uneducated and ignorant.
naivitaay?
pollyanna-ish???
meh. i'm not out in the blue.
but i'm not overly anxious.

sure i may not know enough.
but i know some things.
and i feel things too.

what IS art anymore?

them heavy people

they hit me in the soft spot!

i set gaht damn what a weight
what a mistake!
how much... irate!
...i want to bake?

i can't even look in the door!
morphine shouldn't be in my house!!!
what's it all for?!?!?!!?
flames to douse..? (SP?!)

these are my beautiful songs.

the sound

that dream may have meant something. i saw her running.. triumphantly.

i don't know what that was. too scared to look.

wow

at a loss for words

i don't know what i just did

keepin it together i guess...