This is about the beautiful things in life. They aren't glitzy or gorgeous, but plain. And that's why we love them. Chocolate is Brown.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
worthment
I do not wish to measure time. I don't want to think about being productive, because that's relative right? Ah, I am only making excuses to not pick up my room. I state the case that I do not have enough strength to pick up my room anyway, for the act of lifting up an entire room by the floorboards might put too much strain on this fragile back. Language is a funny thing. In the meanwhile, I have managed to accomplish other things. Are these accomplishments great? Well, that all depends on how much you value a suspended room in the first place. Like I said, productivity is relative. Or rather, subjective. Objective? I can never get those meanings straight. Or narrow.Yet again, language is a funny thing. So back to putting eternity back into it's little pieces- all I have managed to do today is sleep, finish all of Gilmore Girls, digest some food, and make mostly useless chatter with friends about tentative and most unlikely plans. Simply indubitable. I like that last sentence, small and delicious, such as the look on my face when withholding a sneeze. Preposterous. To whom it may concern, I'm a fan of the lemon packets. I do not wish to attend lecture sessions at all, ever again, unless taught by Tim Burton. Tomorrow's weather forecast is partly moony with a chance of sprinkler systems going off at inopportune moments. Your perfume smells like grass. Have a moist day, Darth Vader.
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