more and more i consider the following:
this world is such a hilariously odd place to be living in.
on an unrelated note,
i've been working on some things
but i don't want to become a complacent writer
so i'm saving those things for later
when i feel like they're not completely lacking any notable qualities
on a semi-related note,
i couldn't be more complacent about coasting right now
but i can assure you that i am multiple notches above copacetic
in a way i am more incoherent when i am happy
than when i am unhappy
because when i am happy in my mind
everything becomes disconnected and colorful
and there are sounds coming from far away
and i just don't know what to do with that.
reading back on what i just wrote,
it sounds like i am now addicted to hallucinogens.
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