3.2.01 - 5:27:34

wow.

it's so easy to float along all happy and oblivious in your alternate reality sometimes. but then every now and again something rears its head and makes you reexamine things. i don't really know what i'm talking about. it's just that...i don't know. sometimes i create this beautiful reinforced web of illusions and it's so strong and lovely and it keeps me off the ground and then suddenly it's like something makes you realize it's not real and then you're falling, just falling.

that is, until you turn reality off again. which i will do soon. i have a nap planned. don't worry about me.

i would like a song written about me. well, it doesn't have to be about me. just with my name in it. but recently i realized that i would love for it to be a monster ballad. unfortunately i think the age of the monster ballad has passed. alas.

maybe i'll make some pasta.

what do you do? god, what do you do when all you can think about is the only thing you don't ever want to think about and probably don't ever need to be thinking about and probably don't need to worry about...right now. stuff is hard.

the dinosaurs, i really think they must have believed they would live forever. it is difficult for me to entertain the thought that one day dinosaurs really existed.

she said, sometimes i just sit and throw words against the wall and once in while something makes sense, like yesterday, 'like money for chocolate i eat fat women,' for example. he thought, that makes sense? he said, that's beautiful. she said, no, it's not beautiful; it makes sense, there is a difference. she said, the phrase, peach fluff -- i can think of four different things that you could call peach fluff. he thought, i can only think of three. he said, you are beautiful when you make sense and also when you do not. she said, don't be ridiculous. the fuzz on peaches. a light, whipped, peach-flavored dessert. bits from a peach-colored sweater shedding onto the navy blue couch. nonsense colored the same peach as the crayon. the peach crayon, i mean, she said. he didn't know he wanted to say or what he was supposed to say or even what he was expected to say so he blinked and looked thoughtful. she said, you don't look thoughtful.

**

"Hey, are you lonely?
Has summer gone so slowly?
We found the ground
And that damage was done,
It's cold as you fade into the sun.
Where'd you go? To me...

But you're alive,
Well, it's only,
Fallen frames they told me,
You stand out, it's so loud
And so what if it is?
It's cold as you face into the wind.
Where'd it go? (tonight the sun shall see its light)

So what if you catch me?
Where would we land?

In somebody's life,
For taking his hands.
Sing to me hope as she's
Thrown on the sand.
All of our work
is rated again
Where to go?"

-remy zero. "fair"

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