Wednesday, June 10, 2009

good noose there/where is the conviction

okay, am agitated now.

went out for dinner, but was bad company. distracted, restless and incoherent.

i hate it when i can't read people's minds. as in, what they're thinking when they're doing. i really hate it. i start analysing on a level that bodes on obession, and my companion no longer exists as a person, but as a walking system of complex patterns that i must break down or break down by.

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i am a dolt. boundaries drawn, yet played with. done all the time isn't it.
where is the perculiarness, the strangeness i am supposed to cultivate.
set apart was uncannily accurate, good job everyone
for condemning me.

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