No Sleep
More Drugs
More Espresso

Round # 2

Maybe I can sleep in tomarrow.

Maybe.

I haven't slept in 24 hours, my mother is getting remarried today, and my brother just rolled his car 6 times.

on the bright side, today thus far I've had 2 jays, 1 bloody mary, 7 shots of espresso and 2 cups of coffee.

by the time I get back to St. Augustine I anticipate bringing the alcohol level to meet the caffiene.

Happy thanksgiving.

Fucking rocked the hell out of this paper on Kierkegaard and Subjective Truth ( Read more... )

How did this all happen so fast to make me smile?

Here I go out soon to leave the library I miss my friends, but first I'm going to sneak up on Britta.

lets see if she can smell the clove on me.

The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings and
Bend all your notes for me and
Soft silly music is meaningful, magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet

Ok so I felt a little left out of the Drama. But now I feel the rockslide coming.

I'll opt out of this one.

God save me.

Imagine it. The earth, Gaia, begot the heavens, Ouranos, because she needed something to wrap over her in comfort. Another being in which to seek a union. And the horizon will always be the distant line between bodies, the communion of intimate longings. The mountains and valleys plummet below and rocket above as divine flesh yeilds to divine ( Read more... )

that.

made my night.

this.

makes my life.

Things are nothing like they were.

I'm living in 5 different languages. and nothing stops moving. it's like controlled comfortable vertigo.

PS that last entry wasn't me.

Los tipos, las caderas se pusieron apenas la mentira. Yo sólo quiero compartir mi mística femenina, siempre que, dondequiera. ¿Debajo de sus ropas? Permite que la esperanza no hay mancha ropa sucia.