y'keep yer ears n yer eyes opened up nuff, the she everybody sings about paints about, of whose validation is hunted, she starts to be everybody. ssure not everbody's got flamin locks of auburn hair or ivory skin but they got something emerald i swear just gotta get lookin
my moms just likened michael jordan to adolf hitler via peter seller's dasein
my biggest fear aint of death, i dont know death; i dont know some guy living in mali so i dont fear him. my biggest fear is of not living, having finally learned the expedience behind listening 'to your elders.' everyday my family's dying be it pasco o justin o sal o these people i'm close to i thunk, and everyday they get scared and they tell me these stories these emotion-vignettes, these vie-gnettes. and the important part(s) of these viegnettes aint never how they were living (summatively either with or without the joie) but solely that they were living. it's a case of the wholey-moly. for all the excitement they hunt they're but stuck, sunk, reclining like when there's some hella tight movie on and you've got some 'friend's' recliner chair on lockkkdown but through the passing of the movie through your comfort and oo-ooh why budge it's tiresome leaning up n outta this here chair you sink into comfort more and more the flashy action scenes appealing then only via their reflections on the ceiling dark above, just abstract fleisches of stories.
(pause for a second pause wait for it wait hold it hold it in your hand wait)
nonethelss my favorite part about today is that thackeray [to be heard at the same time] means either the guy who made vanityfair or the guy who made shiv sena; that at some level i becomes you and you becomes me; that it dont matter if the matrix is real what matters is how fast 70 years goes by if you get lazy
the otha day roberto exclaimed to me he said josh howthefuck am i supposed to take you seriously with those shorts on? i giggled away n thought aloud i said why would you take me seriously