i stay up all night with the stars and sleep with sunlit clouds cascading down my back.
In Honor of Spatial Silence
i stay up all night with the stars and sleep with sunlit clouds cascading down my back.
i stay up all night with the stars and sleep with sunlit clouds cascading down my back.
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Monday, October 22, 2007
eleanor rigby
the following story, written because i got bored and just wanted to blog about something, has nothing to do with me...or does it? i think i've developed the habit of concealing proclamations of interest within my blog posts. at least no one has picked them up yet, so that's good. i'm such a loser that way. silly rigby. Rigby's my new name. call me rigby, it makes me giggle. --------------------------------------------------- So Strange I Remember You before it melts and slips down your throat, you quickly savor the tingle of sweetness on your tongue, that delectable cushion upon your palate, the itchy grain of a sugar moustache as you wipe it clean. you fixate on that moment; you feel your lids close, wishing you could just lay your head against a shoulder to rest - contentment rushing through you. but the hit of sugar stabs your mind awake, gently nudging you to look up, to notice him. but you refuse. you would much rather remain in this moment, undisturbed, caught in the lure of your own thoughts - images you wish would happen, but not. i won't look up, you tell yourself. it's hard isn't it? forcing yourself to not move with each breath. the taste lingers, but soon my dear, it disappears - just like how his arm had once accidentally brushed against yours, a prickle of hair sweeping across your bare arm, and then none. like then, this will last just a moment - or as long as it takes for you to devour the box in front of you - but always, always, leaving a bitter aftertaste. you have to keep feeding it, to fend off the bitterness. always sweet, you say. it doesn't happen that way. look up. --------------------------------------------------- when you start using donuts as your central image, that means it's time to eat them. krispy kreme, i'll visit you soon. save a hat for me.  --------------------------------------------------- i finished 'The Road' by Cormac Macarthy today, if you haven't read it, read it dammit! funny how i can manage to read that in one sitting and yet fail to finish most of the novels required for my major classes (Don Quixote and Hamlet are prime examples). also funny how i managed a 4.0 for my paper on Snow Country - a novel i didn't finish (i probably only read 1/4 of that). this shows that my new power hour does me good. 7am is the best time to start on papers. everyone should try it, it'll be legendary. 4:40 PM
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