it only tastes like dirt if you drink it slowly-- if it is warm by the time you get to the bottom

Currently listening to: Massive Attack - "Mezzanine"


the lights tick rhythmically with this. they signal the approach of what is to come-- the cool air dances along to this modern serenade.

Mozart wrote one for winds, but his was different. This is something else, something new. It's its oh-so-commonly original.
IN all!

In all honesty, I know exactly what it says because I speak its language. Nothing to do with my intelligence or lack thereof-- does it ever, really?-- it's more like, we're on the same windy wavelength on electric paper.

It says, it says that it tells me that it shall be great-lee ben-official that we not exist again
. . . for a long time.







After the Chemistry final, I will shave my legs.