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Saturday, July 12, 2003 Floating balloons obviously coloured lime on any summer day – a depressing summer day conquers anything spring has to offer – slotting itself into pre-programmed memories that have the potential to settle any argument – and it is true they are the last orders, and we’ll never know it – I wish I believed in some great and admirable god-of-sorts so that I could laugh and be peaceful with other people – letters letters letters, find me something to write home about because I know there must be more to our sleep and our thoughts and the idiosyncrasies no-one will ever notice or love – everyday that passes by is another path of life lost forever – I will never be a hairdresser, nor shall I ever want to be – passion is mastered when we realise the wonder of all light switches – can you please tell me why gathering pencils is such a painful experience when all you have left to do is work – nothing matters when everything is realised that everything equals one and always will especially when we’ll live till seventy-five max and the sun has another five billion to go – and it is true that nothing lasts forever when we wonder to ourselves how much money we could save if we worked the supermarket properly – if only paper could dance and music could write itself – if I wake up tomorrow I’m going to make an effort to appreciate it – you are all skeletons when I’m not around – fill me with everything that happens but I’ll never know – when will I fall over my waterfall – that weird guy is the only reason I attend these parties – how many times am I permitted to scratch my head in this life-time and how many people will realise that I’m actually happy doing what I am and what I’m not – there is a love/hate relationship with you’re constant misunderstanding and I wouldn’t be the same with out it and all the beautiful, warm comforting and homely frustration – gather everything you dislike about yourself and kiss it as you would you’re last breath, because in a way, it is and will be – let your life be art and let your mind be it’s critic, forget everyone else and exercise if you want – they really do love you and I know it, and I know you’ll always be blind to everything I see – were we once better and more characteristic than an old and tattered sticker? – if jesus existed, so did his urine – at least I’ll be able to keep track of my mind, and see where you jumped the gun, even though I’m trying to be revolutionary with all my petty things – all your favourites went through the same pathetic and simply bad phases of youthful creativity – no-one else will ever create this , and perhaps I’ll never do it again, but never keep questions too late, as they’ll leave like an embarrassed seventeen year old girl – it was the first time she felt her face fade into red, and the first time her mouth was every dry – if I have any best friends, you are my favourite daughters and I’m telling your sister about it all in fantastically dramatic detail – I’m sick of all the easy things and now I really want to knuckle down and punch my mind into intellectuality, where I want to bleed for the rest of my life – is there anything more behind the number six? – plus he never wanted to try it anyway, but I told him how I wrote about how Mexicans always seems sweaty – perhaps it’s the fuel of perception, because I know I never sleep on my back and true writers have a lot of friends who drink and talk about being free, so what am I to do when I really like spending time with you – is this really how I’m turning out, or will I ever get to see my other options? – life is a natural thing, and we’ve all forgotten it, that is our greatest failure – I can stop but never really want to start – streets are the only things that are always portrayed better in words than in real life and it’s reality – I don’t want to be what you think I am, but I really don’t care – harbor me in your secrets and I’ll stay with you forever – news never satisfies – what would’ve I done if I never told myself to go faster and to think more and to feel hated and to wash myself in misery when no-one knew I appreciated everything posted by Simon Saturday, July 12, 2003 |
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