Well, I have been concussed and now I am not and therefore am very happy.
Today after work I journeyed to the Research Farms just off campus and discovered the softball fields and decided to read. Softball fields, cows, horses, and roosters is an interesting combination.
2 years ago
i like making hair friends in the shower :D
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Je suis comme je suis
Je suis faite comme ça
Quand j’ai envie de rire
Oui, je ris aux éclats
J’aime celui qui m’aime
Est-ce ma faute à moi
Si ce n’est pas le même
Que j’aime chaque fois
Je suis comme je suis
Je suis faite comme ça
part I
something like cauloflower and cheese
a steamed vegitable in a pot.
i have memory of suppertime in summertime
i have memory of summertime at suppertime.
something like cauloflower, not quite
close
further actually, i think it was just a memory
regarless: does not matter
i think it was just a memory that calls
filter out the forgotten (they are not available)
to find appreciation of life
why i live
is why you live
is why he or she, it lives.
our memory
based on good
based on bad
something makes us breath the past and smell
something makes us breath the future and murmor
to find appreciation of life
in a memory,
a moment: a saved passage of time.
(i like cauloflower and cheese (delicious)
and cakes and muffins (with her))
part II
something like cauloflower and cheese
i love these things
steamed vegitables in a pot,
a bowl of pot (for my friends).
i love the memory of good
her and her dancing
that movement like a spanish dancer in peace.
oh, her and her moves of quant smiles and wishful glances -
there’s no hope but your own,
make it last, make it last… only today, my love.
i tell her to enjoy the now (don’t wait)
i tell her i know more (don’t believe)
i tell her she deserves something (nicer)
our memory together is appreciated
it is appreciation of life that keeps up going
memory. a bad thing to forget
has been forgotten, but not lost.
temporarily it has been stolen,
not forgotten entirely.
our memory
based on us
based on us
something like cauloflowers
and cheese (something i love)
i remember us.
i felt like i was sprinting…and that was too much.
so i walked.
but who has time for that?
now i think i’ll try to jog.
existence is far too full to sprint past the trees (7-11 coffee shops.!) but dwelling on dormant puddles of tuesday’s precipitation isn’t quite what i have in mind.
my brain feels an all too special kinship with rotting cheese at the moment so to sleep i must go.
3 years ago
new blog. i know not whether it will suvive.
Television’s perfect. You turn a few knobs, a few of those mechanical adjustments at which the higher apes are so proficient, and lean back and drain your mind of all thought. And there you are watching the bubbles in the primeval ooze. You don’t have to concentrate. You don’t have to react. You don’t have to remember. You don’t miss your brain because you don’t need it. Your heart and liver and lungs continue to function normally. Apart from that, all is peace and quiet. You are in the man’s nirvana. And if some poor nasty minded person comes along and says you look like a fly on a can of garbage, pay him no mind. He probably hasn’t got the price of a television set.”
-Raymond Chandler
3 years ago
