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find a job you like and you add 5 days to your week.
That's true. I'm burning out. But isn't that what March is for me? Greta looks me in my eyes and reminds me that it's all just a cycle anyway. I'm up. I'm down. When I'm down my art is my gift to me, and maybe her. When I'm up, my art is my gift to everyone, and maybe me. And her art is her love and it's better than any other love I've known, and definitely the most forgiving. I look in the mirror and hate what I see when I see me in my eyes. It's not an external thing. It's all just chemistry flopping around lopsided upstairs.
I'd like to wander over this old town past the tree where dreams just drowned and flop myself on soft spring ground and weep. A co-worker told me (read "implied") I'll burn in hell. I could easily get her fired. Barnes and Noble celebrates diversity in the workplace. In theory. But a) that's pulling the angry gay card. And for fuck's sake, I think I can handle a yuppy hater. and b) she's going to burn, not me. All i do is love. I don't even dislike this woman. I sort of thought she was kidding the whole time too. So instead of saying anything defensive or even being immediately hurt or shocked or anything, I said, "According to Dante, you burn in Purgatory. And it's cleansing." And we walked away wondering.
I'm burning out.
camp love in two weeks. the highlight of my year. this summer thing i love. got to get there.
got to get some sleep.
That's true. I'm burning out. But isn't that what March is for me? Greta looks me in my eyes and reminds me that it's all just a cycle anyway. I'm up. I'm down. When I'm down my art is my gift to me, and maybe her. When I'm up, my art is my gift to everyone, and maybe me. And her art is her love and it's better than any other love I've known, and definitely the most forgiving. I look in the mirror and hate what I see when I see me in my eyes. It's not an external thing. It's all just chemistry flopping around lopsided upstairs.
I'd like to wander over this old town past the tree where dreams just drowned and flop myself on soft spring ground and weep. A co-worker told me (read "implied") I'll burn in hell. I could easily get her fired. Barnes and Noble celebrates diversity in the workplace. In theory. But a) that's pulling the angry gay card. And for fuck's sake, I think I can handle a yuppy hater. and b) she's going to burn, not me. All i do is love. I don't even dislike this woman. I sort of thought she was kidding the whole time too. So instead of saying anything defensive or even being immediately hurt or shocked or anything, I said, "According to Dante, you burn in Purgatory. And it's cleansing." And we walked away wondering.
I'm burning out.
camp love in two weeks. the highlight of my year. this summer thing i love. got to get there.
got to get some sleep.