i feel as if i'm gaining something each time i wander off of campus.  the time outside of isolation allows me to breathe, and relax without someone tapping on my desk, and forcing me to stare blindly at a white board.  even though i'm losing education while i sprint off campus, i'm gaining levity in some aspects of my mood.

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this is my new theory.

i don't believe in couples

i don't believe in marriage

i don't believe in anything permanent

everything is temporary, and joy is found in the little things.

sex is the biggest nothing of all time

& i only want to know that i exist in some crepuscular place between your arm rest and your passenger window.

that's all.

me, pete and valerie
we live in Finsbury Park
rainy days and nightingales
this secret evening is ours

but i saw in a vision
a worm was in the wheat
nothing was there for the people to eat
nothing left for sale on stupidity street

me, pete and valerie
we only walk in the dark
rainy days and nightingales
this secret life is only ours

People are always so boring when they band together. You have to be alone to develop all the idiosyncrasies that make a person interesting.

- andy warhol

yesterday, i bought a jones soda and the under-the-cap fortune said to ( leave love notes )

maybe it's the dreamily preoccupied oblivion, or the semi-snotty certainty i've acquired in my step.

maybe the biological fling/relationship-clocks tick more obnoxiously during the valentine's weekend, or maybe the air thickens with aphrodisiac... or maybe the cigarettes in san diego are laced with nervous lust. who knows.

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( comfort in cold blood )

fuck no i won't

the butterflies are multiplying.