bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Sunday, August 7
i was looking forward to blogging about weekend, totally.
i lost it.
maybe next time. maybe never.
because mood is so important.
i dont want to cause a wrong impression.
besides, my input on it wouldnt matter.
irony.
i love written ironies.
i hate real ironies.
bahhhhh.
mumble. i not angsty.
in search of klingsor jorge volpi
A platitude: truth that is relative.
When subject and object make contact, what emerges is a jumbled mixture of the two, which then leads us to the none-too-surprising conclusion that, in practice, each mind is a world unto itself.
how true, everything is relative.
i wish i could write.
and i wish expectations were not so painful.
you're nasty.
goodbye
11:45 PM