:: Idle Neurosis ::

:: Monday, April 28, 2003 ::

what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic, and a dyslexic?
you get somebody who stays up all night wondering whether or not theres a dog.

morning is the souls night. the days worst time physically. these mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciles light- the souls certainty that day will not have be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling again, off of something tall and sheer.

recreational drugs are more or less traditional at any u.s. secondary school, maybe because of the unprecedented tensions: post latency and puberty and angst and impending adulthood... to manage their intraphysic storms...its for those who manage their internal weathers chemically...

but like, who isnt, at some lifestage, in the u.s.a. and interdependent regions, in these times, involed with recreational substances. some persons can give themselves away to an ambitious pursuit and have that be al the giving-themselves-away to something they need to do. though sometimes this changes as the players get older and the pursuit more stress-fraught. amercan experience seems to suggest that people are virtually unlimited in their lneed to give themselves away, on various levels. some just prefer to do it in secret. and then there becomes this obsession with the secrecy of it. this no-one-must-know thing. most north americans tend to know way less about why they feel certain ways about the objects and pursuits theyre devoted to than they do the objects and pursuits themselves. its hard to say for sure whether this is even exceptionally bad, this tendency.

its a lot easier to fix something when you can see it.
- de el Infinite Jest

also reading: Fantasmas de Dean Koontz...all in spanish..go me.

a more proper update to come...
stellar lady:: Anonymous 12:57 PM [+] ::
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