| 6/15/2003 01:57:00 AM |
[ when i fell into a phone call ]
paul simon is the greatest. next to all the whispers into the backs of prayer-worn pews, of course. i went canoeing today with my cousin... it was fun, in a sick-depraved way... that's my excuse for returning pomme-less. *sigh* i avoid it all nicely, don't i. hehe, no matter how hard i try to grasp the rub with both hands, i always end up swimming in the words or explanations instead. and it's always been clear to me that i do speak haphazardly and without a certain clarity (as hard as i'm trying to make sense right now). i just can't seem to find a better way. bluntness has never been my strong suit. there's just so much that goes unexplained. in every word, it's opposite is equally viable. and sometimes that unspoken clarity is so much greater when the words are fuzzy...and now i've done my thing again. get to the rub, ian!
yup, it's pretty hard. and so much easier to fall back on sciencilosophy...*more joyous sighmation* it feels like i'm living in a dream. gwah! that's actually what i should be doing right now! hehe, i love watching the sun-drenched sky. i love humming in a distant voice and winking at fireflies. i love the breeze on my face. and every second, in different ways, i'm trying my best to become... i want to squeeze your hand. and even though i spin off into all sorts of flickering ideas and shining thoughts of change, it's all about the pennies. :) |
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