new yearz rezzies!

.....drink 2 glasses of music every day
...........v0lunteer to spend time skiing
...........g1ve 365 poems to charity
....learn t0 play the decision

also,
find a better genius, overcome my fear of muses, dance like it's the 50's and spend more time outside than online.

faboo

an under discussed phenomenon is the blameless innocence of the forbidden dream scene, starring your professor. your floor fellow, don, residence adviser. your teachers assistant. your boss.
if it happens, your subconscious "betrays" you(or, more likely, reveals itself in a satisfying and safe way), your perception of the situation and the person changes. what now? you think, in another dimension we shared a flame, a cigarette, an ice cream sundae, a bed. And now, only an entire face of the earth. every time you cross paths it's as if you predicted it, made it happen and forced fate under your control. reality is obsolete. plus, this game is much more entertaining. the vapid monotony of coincidence evolves into something much more complex: the lingering memories from the dream scene.


... to be continued.

assimilation now, assholes

We cleaned up for an hour and a half last night. Jussayin.
We are now free to be as simple as they seem - but how great is it that we can wake up in the morning, waste the day away, and still feel more fulfilled? No, not more fulfilled. Not really even that fulfilled at all... but the potential to fulfill is throbbing. How fun! Good thing we don't do this often.