Forcing rectangles to connect to triangles.

A hoop in flames hovers above the poodle.  It leaps.  It comes out burned.

And here we go.

The girl asked me what I'd done. I advertised the sacred and cheapened the holy.  I wrapped it in cheese and meat and threw it outside.
What's an act?  A bear in the dark.  Stripes of moonlight over its face.  What's a memory?  A blunder of fur and scars wearing a halogen vest.

Lo siento!  I didn't mean to nullify magic. But that visage....I drained its power.  Again, I'm sorry.  You think this mental fingering of beads will change the fates?

Ants.  In my shoes.  And pants.  I've got the blues.

Okay, time to calm the hell down. 




I CAN'T HELP IT omgmgmgmg


I can't.  I can'.t  pant.  huh.  

Something today is manic, angry, reactionary, tired, full, and empty.  I keep drinking water and eating food at the same time.  I walk ceaselessly and nap aimlessly.  Then I spend actual money on food, which causes me to retaliate by stealing food from Kline Commons--but then, why did I?  It's not like I need more food.  I just didn't want to waste my meal swipe.  Aaaaahh, human folly.
Drawing class was so good.

My stomach is so full.
I want to take a break from this place, my clothes, my face, the people I know.  I want to go into a dark hole, and not think about anything except music notes and clean vibrations.

EHCKQ!