a few fine years of jumping on pillows and reaching for one absolute... attempting to hold time tiny. but then we're fucked and we plummet back to settling and we cry about the good times. an apparition about lost aspiration. i'm in the present but presiding in the future and looking back... and mawkishly...(very...) without being articulate, and from necessity and self-righteousness, comes a weird phenomenon... and sad too. that........ is the over-quoted Life, but since i'm in the heart of it, i could not care less.
i will think over it instead...
for now
(update: now that i am coherent and sober, i am still researching if those were really tadpoles i drank last night.)
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