oats
there is a smell like cinnamon and sugar on toast in the air. i can't find it.
i listen to the nil lara mp3s a sent me and feel strangely enervated. it's sad that i have such an accurate catalogue of my mood cycle that i know this is not real, this is just the next stage.
it's the way knowing that the moon is just a cold, cold rock takes away a little of the wonder of if, a little of the spirituality. i can't trust what i feel, because it's something like a lie.
i feel pedantic.
i've been called for jury duty.
because of my job i'm not allowed to do it. and i'm even a little sorry about that.
i listen to the nil lara mp3s a sent me and feel strangely enervated. it's sad that i have such an accurate catalogue of my mood cycle that i know this is not real, this is just the next stage.
it's the way knowing that the moon is just a cold, cold rock takes away a little of the wonder of if, a little of the spirituality. i can't trust what i feel, because it's something like a lie.
i feel pedantic.
i've been called for jury duty.
because of my job i'm not allowed to do it. and i'm even a little sorry about that.