Saturday, July 3, 2010

And Heaven Will Smell Like The Airport.



I wish everything was spelled out easily, everything was exactly what it seemed, nothing more. I wish I could close my eyes, and dull sound as well as sight. (Just now, when I thought the words, "I wish I could close my eyes-" the lyrics, "close your eyes-" were sung in this song I have never heard before, scout's honour. I don't believe in coincidence, but apparently I run into them.) I wish I could read minds. I wish for world peace.

A wish is a prayer you have no faith in.


I have nothing even remotely interesting to say anymore. My brain has been obliterated. God damn you Facebook.

By

using

spaces

I

can

make

it

seem

like

I'm

writing

much

more

than

I

really

am.



I'm going to watch South Park.

Post-script: This is Barack Obama when he was in college.


Post-post-script:
I'll never be that cool.