Quand je pense de toi, je pense en vrilles de fumee. Je pense comme un amant, mais vous comme un père. Puis je considère que, les hommes sont possessifs des âmes plus que des corps. Et peut-être, je ne suis un homme.
Is so difficult to accomplish. I’ve literally only done homework once this entire semester for a class. Problematic? I think so… I wish every class had free champagne. Maybe then I’d go. So I was thinking…. perhaps I’ll just flee the country when it’s time to pay back school loans.
out of the cold rain, something stranger comes in to visit. “it’s so bizarre” she says “I look around at all these people who are the closest thing like me in this city, yet I feel alone”. and the stranger in her eyes shimmers, while the jet-black waters of her hair shape her face . I’ve fallen into aesthetic arrest from juvenile sincerity, and I realize...
Dream log 2.
I dreamt today the first “nightmare” I’ve had in quite a long time. I dreamt that I was hanging around a party first, I was drunk and acting very strangely “asking people if they wanted to have sex with me”. As I was leaving the party, I was driving my mother’s car home in what seemed to be like Queens NYC or perhaps somewhere else on the NE part of the US. As I...