Betting on the bull in the heather
Manal is fine. Remas is fine. Zahr is fine. Life is fine.
It feels like lying.
It is lying. Everything is lying.
The world isn't full of life in my eyes.
It's a sort of narcissism to indulge that feeling.
I do not trust laypeople. And I believe I need to learn how to do it in spite of the trite observations.
Most American moderates agree with Trump on certain things, y’know.
Because there's a little Hitler in all of us, I guess.
I don't think its unique or profound to wax on about how much you don't like your coworkers. So I won't.
I woke up thinking about STATIONTOSTATION again. There's a flavor I'm acclimated towards that's creeping its way into my day-to-day once again. It's all so... dry, it feels like.
Y’know, cause I'm hooked on Sonic Youth again. It's been a while since I indulged in some of the sublime cynic texture. I do very much admire elements of Kim Gordon's m/o. She's not a pessimist as much as she stands above the water.
I'm very much trapped in it.
I don't want to hear from me for a while. I'm just looking for the next opportunity, the next gig.
It's not that I feel I'm anything less than incredible. No, I'm still stuck up.
I see the world, and I see an atmosphere of mediocrity, of dispirited ambivalence. I'm pro color. And we're in a really black and white world.
Archimedes is still such a protestant. They'd never understand what I mean by that. This disciple, bless him, buy they didn't know Protestants don't do priesthood until 2023. Nah, this guy is a Baptist though.
I didn't think they ever wanted to hear from me, so imagine my shock that they were [open to hanging out in the future].
I still think that they're fucking with me. They have to be.
There's no other way. Eunuchs don't intermingle with socialite townies. He's hiding something.
That's the paranoia talking again.
I want to tell you
My head is filled with things to say
When you're here
All those words, they seem to slip away
When I get near you
The games begin to drag me down
It's all right
I'll make you maybe next time around
But if I seem to act unkind
It's only me, it's not my mind
That is confusing things
I want to tell you
I feel hung up, but I don't know why
I don't mind
I could wait forever, I've got time
Sometimes I wish I knew you well
Then I could speak my mind and tell you
Maybe you'd understand
John Lennon is all of you.
That bastard would be lying to me. There's not gonna be anything to talk about.
My brain is trying to convince me to hate Archimedes. I think I'm gonna ignore it.
I didn't want to talk to Alley Cat for similar reasons. I'm about ready to give up on memories.
He didn't do anything wrong. I was definitely not the right person.
We're waiting on a good word from Angel Eyes. I'm worried about them. I think they're in danger.
I'm gonna post another chapter of Galahad. I'll see you soon.
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