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.
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