why?
not?
ignoring rap music? sounds like someones denying their little future. subordinate clauses clashing my suburban. party in a mouth?
maybe most people feel sorry about hypocrisy but what else can make you feel good? when it throws itself at me i cant even see it. there exists the old rotten carrot that you never could eat.
you couldn´t decline a step like in the middle of a coaster feeling. and you're on your knees climbing the whole way reaching the top wasn´t feeling ordinary but rather serious- inner- swooning. non romantic. you cant talk about it in that sort of way. though the steps were sheltered under wood you still feel the intensity of moving through history-- of jesus´actual feet, blood dripping under you and even if you weren´t spiritually righteous you're hit.
i did that yesterday
a sip of apple juice and I'm back to ordinary. we couldn't find any but i told a story and he just ignored it so i was like what?? today i did other things less religious. i halfly refused to go to ¨the baths of caracalla¨. but without fail here i wass melting over the yet remaining lateral mosaics layered over old dirt. I'm thinking even more now about how time differentiates itself with me.
i look ,
up
and out come individual thoughts on how i waste time
being impatient and thoughtless.
the definition of ¨ruins¨ stands all around me.
Tom Robbin's once said that if the world was any smaller we´d all have to get on a diet.
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