Tonight will be a night composed of nights to remember forever. The stars of the past will burn in the sky and merge with my present. I've been asleep for so many weeks, in a Yogi Bear-like hibernation. I've been a caricature of myself, a cartoon from my (culture. Hey Boo Boo. Itty-bitty-living-space. Gotta catch em all! I'm a Pepper. Just do it. [Goodnight Moon to the last drop) I daydream in different shades of advertisements. I look good in most of them. I also look good in white. There's a M E T E O R shower tonight, and I'm hoping to take my apple shampoo and experience some real purification in it.] I'm hitting the road tonight. My car's midnight blue, and I'm taking my midnight back with me when I come home. Is midnight black? Tonight it's brighter than it's ever been, or will ever be. The Perseids is my lover. My only limitation is is is is repetition. My reputation reputation might get a little marred. Maybe there's no truth in the sky, but I'll find mine if it takes me all night.
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I'm unwinding. It's easier for me to use stream of consciousness than to scream consciously. I think that I write in scream of consciousness. Mark that in the history books.
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Things are precarious, I'm on a plateau, and the climb down is precipitous. I feel a pressure that can't be measured in atmospheres, and this problem is a part of all my primal fears. I'm about to split in half and I'm already a third of who I used to be, and who I'm going to be. I suppose that means that I'm going to be better, so please consider telling all your friends that I'm the coolest fraction of a fragment in the tri-state area. Think of me like Link - I can survive with only a piece of heart. I'm built to doubt and (mommy i want to be a cynic when i grow up) the doubting business looks good. All iterations of alliteration in my words are augmented by the intensity of existence.
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In short, I'm excited about the space rocks that gonna make splosions in our orbit.
If I'm saying anything here, it is "please, get a blanket and a pillow and a friend and a field and a caffiene pill and a guitar or a mixtape and throw all of it in your backseat (even the friend) and go create meaning in your life". Shooting stars are like acid rain, but contaminated with salvation instead of H2SO4.
3 comments:
Carnage lurks in your blog, prepared to strike down all comments. Carefully I leave such.
Yeah, I like meteor showers.
you have an interesting way of writing
i hope you see a falling rock or two...
you know...you're the only friend I have that like me would go out in the middle of the night to just look at the stars...
tess called me and said her brother told her to look at the meteor shower because she'd never seen one before and she just told him "i mean I don't care but I guess I will"
her reaction..."I mean it was cool I guess..."
Chris- "why would I go out late at night to look at some stars? they're always there"
Luke- "well that would be a great waste of time"
and the list goes on...
just thought I would point that out....
and also I enjoy the reference to goodnight moon because as you know it's my favorite
and also I made a new page because I forgot the password to my old one and also to my old email address...
and now I have a blog...where I will write random things that you and maybe crispen or ktea will read and it will be awesome..
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