-- to hate someone is to show them the utmost respect.
Funny enough, I don't hate the one I love, I hate what love has done to me. It's made me be someone I despise.
... left me floating on cloud 222, revolving around the red planet, artificially flavored blue. I carried on with life as it was before, but it all meant something different then...
Now I'm here followed by swallowed by random pairs of eyes...
Is there a time frame mechanism in our DNA, & we run on different clocks, are our batteries set to recharge at certain ages?
Wouldn't it be spectacular to fake one's own death?
How appropriate is Clementine?
There's so much of my past lurking here, & being reminded of changing decades is a milestone of reflection as well as looking forward. Challenge is being surrounded by ghosts, as someone around me is fading away...you have to adapt to every new table every time you get reseated, introduce a new character, write a new chapter.
It's hard to find time for the editing when the filming keeps happening.
My only mistake was calling the suited K-Q... with a hand like that, it's either raise or fold.
Getting into the habit of making plans. Reverse flakemosis...
This is a time of reckoning, a time for being haved
my so called life is about to get more magnified, & I'd like to somehow keep it dignified
-- a reinvention of sorts.
maybe do some gardening
god, i hate you