mardi, mars 28, 2006

the blackest coffee you will oversee

Currently listening to: Emiliana Torrini - "Heartstopper"


There is a place over the hills and close away. I often think of getting There often and the immense beauty that exists There.

There, you connect with yourself. There, nonsensical is logic, just as there should be. There, There and pleasure do not matter because There are no differences excepting that one that makes it so different There. Something about silly scoowampling while swooshing in swallowing salvation from the non self. There no laziness of thought is there.

There I have seen; I've been there. There I strive to see and be and bee and gee, There rocks.

And yes, There there are rocks.



Furthermore, I would really like some delicious coffee, but all hope for it resides in my dorm room, There Other There, where my wallet sleeps.

4 scoowamples>

Blogger Patrick cried,

Perhaps unity of Theres might spike happiness :) Or at least, if condensation of the higher qualities of various Theres were achievable...

Il n'y a pas plus qu'un mois avant que l'été vient. C'est assez. Je te <3.

mars 29, 2006 1:41 AM  
Blogger Francesca cried,

Ah, mais le compactage?! Non, non, mon ami! Parce que j'aime les nuages... absolumment. :)

mars 29, 2006 3:00 AM  
Blogger Patrick cried,

And how shall we begin?

mars 30, 2006 1:52 AM  
Blogger Patrick cried,

add to that enjoyment of the world waking up, as if it finally heard my screaming, and I'm sold

mars 31, 2006 12:22 AM  

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