it's crazy how i feel more alive when i haven't slept in 30-something hours....i've written and posted 4 posts (including this one)....My mind keeps replaying and replaying everything, anything...last year, next year, tomorrow, yesterday, egyptian history.....my thoughts are transcending the boundaries between reality and dream, can't remember if something actually happened or if i imagined it.
---- I watched the sunrise in manhattan for the first time since i moved here, it was pink. It's ironic because the pinker a sunrise or sunset, the more pollution there is in the air.....the irony comes into play with the fact that from bad springs beautiful.
----I'm listening to james taylor getting ready to paint perfection for realtors coming to sell their souls and my house to people who'll sit right where i am and never know who lived here, or what we were like. Homes suck like that. (usually i'd choose another word...but it sucks, no need to elaborate). Busy day ahead....
--mom is baking blueberry muffins because she says the smell of baking makes a house feel like a home....she's playing with this concept a little too fruitfully. Muffins won't sell the house. The devil will.
Here's my shpeal:
- .M.
- my socks never match, i like books,i like fashion, i love coffee, i like to write, my banana-seat bike is named after a dinosaur, i am very pale, i'm allergic to just about everything, last night i dreampt that i had a pet mosquito that was all mine and would wrap it's little leggies around my pinkie finger, i've lived in many places, my favorite color is grey, i can never eat just one wheat thin-it has to be the whole box.
Expression:
Love: Danny Roberts
a perfect day:
My weakness....Godiva Dark Chocolate:
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