| 5/14/2004 12:06:00 AM |
[ whip van wrinkle ]
i feel... funny. like there are lots of things stuck around in my heart and mind that i just can't express. i want to understand... everything. there's just so much to be mindful of. busted luck. the desert. the lilypads. the enchanted forest. the flies in my eyes. the tigers. the second-hand ideals. the gutter and the stars. the path. the dragon with uneasy dreams. the rub. how do you make yourself come to terms with all of that and do something useful? where something useful is just something that makes you happy in a meaningful way.
tv told me that no one is happy. that there are only good days and bad days and some really good days and some really bad ones. everyone's just trying to get by. and love's a cold and broken hallelujah.
i don't know if i can agree with that. i just know that that's the way the wind blows. but seems more like love's a warm and flowin' hallelujah. mr cohen needs way more agua.
*sigh* er... psych! 8b |
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