Only a day away, and many miles. Break the branches up and make kindling. The night air could be more pleasant if it didn't smell of asparagus. The pattern of the clouds are capable of explaining a multitude of sins. Take your pick. Have a smoke. Play like you really care that I am here. It's just pretend. It doesn't mean anything. At least that is what she told me.
The birds scattered about the the sky. It is a tenuous foray into the night. Bumping and falling from heights unknown to man. There is a planet, a big box store, a fancy guppy. So many things things on. the way down. Going down on the night can be scary.
The principal point of. education is participation. Just do it! Oh, wait, that's competition. Education isn't competitive. Or is it? What about the grades? What about the sororities and fraternities? What about the Meal Plan? The dean's list? What about the student loan debt. The Fact that. you can't. stand up to the creditors when they call.
The motions we go through are sometimes seem pointless. Other times they puncture us in the side and we bleed like Jesus when lanced. But it's not really like Jesus. That would be blasphemy to suggest. That would mean we have gove over the bridge of no return. We might be on acid, is that a defense?
I tumble into oblivion, but I've been here before. I recognize the patterns paisley print patterns and the wooden buttons being worn. I am so naked. Out of place. Obviously this is a mistake. I don't belong in oblivion
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Michael Allyn Wells - notes & musings