time flies
[apr 07 2006, 15:32]
it's like a huge chunk of the past couple of years had not happened at all. it's just like it was, i'm just like i was.
the constant mood-swings, one sentence turning your word green or red depending on the current amount of sun spots and whether the number of leaves on all the trees in the world is more or less like the number of thoughts in my head, the sky around and in my head... it's strange being there again, it's strange going back to the stuff i hoped to have phased out a while ago. it's strange to be in the middle of all this again.
but she's there, my constant and persistent guide in times of trouble, the one thing that anchors me in reality and, at the same time, lets me soar far beyond the clouds. she and her horribly beautiful appearance that matches and changes my mood like nothing else. music. music is feminine.
loads of tree-hugging bullshit... sorry about that. this sounds a lot like puberty only a couple of years later. cold water and a slap in the face will be enough to keep me going for another day or two.
and i'm sure that it's not by accident that 'treasure' and 'pleasure' rhyme so perfectly. i'm sure that somewhere (wherever that is) a linguist is sitting grinning broadly. sure about that.
charon
the constant mood-swings, one sentence turning your word green or red depending on the current amount of sun spots and whether the number of leaves on all the trees in the world is more or less like the number of thoughts in my head, the sky around and in my head... it's strange being there again, it's strange going back to the stuff i hoped to have phased out a while ago. it's strange to be in the middle of all this again.
but she's there, my constant and persistent guide in times of trouble, the one thing that anchors me in reality and, at the same time, lets me soar far beyond the clouds. she and her horribly beautiful appearance that matches and changes my mood like nothing else. music. music is feminine.
loads of tree-hugging bullshit... sorry about that. this sounds a lot like puberty only a couple of years later. cold water and a slap in the face will be enough to keep me going for another day or two.
and i'm sure that it's not by accident that 'treasure' and 'pleasure' rhyme so perfectly. i'm sure that somewhere (wherever that is) a linguist is sitting grinning broadly. sure about that.
charon