I HOPE THE SUN PAINTS A WAR WOUND ACROSS THIS BACK
I never smoke pot...well, hardly ever. Last night was an exception. My friend Johnny pulled a spliff from his pocket before flicking his thumb in that, "give me a fucking lighter" motion.
Out of sheer interest, I followed him into the basement where we slowly pulled from the joint. Although pinner, the weed was sound, yet subtle.
For two hours, I had a personal dance party in my head; continously shuffling towards the record player, placing the needle on track 2 of Xiu Xiu (Scream in the Valley- OH!), or something, I shook my anorexic-like body to the beat. This was all before reciting Kierkgard and other philosophers.
I think this whole, "I'm almost done with my Bachelors degree and don't know what the fuck I'm doing with life" is really hindering, well, life.
I feel as if booze and cigarettes have become extensions of my own body, like I'm a walking-talking liquor store.
It's weird. I've payed over 30 grand for my secondary education, and I'm totally trying to erase it due to sheer boredom.
I'm cool with it. What's the point of having a body if it isn't destroyed through numerous means?
Time to go "learn," or something romantic like that.
Geoffrey null
I never smoke pot...well, hardly ever. Last night was an exception. My friend Johnny pulled a spliff from his pocket before flicking his thumb in that, "give me a fucking lighter" motion.
Out of sheer interest, I followed him into the basement where we slowly pulled from the joint. Although pinner, the weed was sound, yet subtle.
For two hours, I had a personal dance party in my head; continously shuffling towards the record player, placing the needle on track 2 of Xiu Xiu (Scream in the Valley- OH!), or something, I shook my anorexic-like body to the beat. This was all before reciting Kierkgard and other philosophers.
I think this whole, "I'm almost done with my Bachelors degree and don't know what the fuck I'm doing with life" is really hindering, well, life.
I feel as if booze and cigarettes have become extensions of my own body, like I'm a walking-talking liquor store.
It's weird. I've payed over 30 grand for my secondary education, and I'm totally trying to erase it due to sheer boredom.
I'm cool with it. What's the point of having a body if it isn't destroyed through numerous means?
Time to go "learn," or something romantic like that.
Geoffrey null
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You must be rather busy...
And I am a rather big loser...who sits at the computer and wastes time because she does nothing but work and sit at the computer!
Hope all is well...
=) J