However, pleasure dangles just within reach and I am liberated! This weekend is reserved for family, friends, and folly. The mere contemplation of coming events splits my crown from ear to ear. The consummation of land and waves has an irresistible elegance that no self resolve could endure. I simply cannot wait until I am a canvas for the shadows of leaves. I should consider myself lucky if I am not counted as a casualty of occasional recreation by the end.
The Skinny
- Jie Hua
- Detroit, Mi
- I'm in the process. I'd like to expand on that, but it's in the process. I go about my business under the guidance of gut-feelings and universal street signs. I see myself as a very quiet person. Not because I have little to say, only that my abundant thoughts know not where to start. As a child I fantasized about looking through a telescope to give me truth about the world. It amuses me now that what I am doing is looking down a microscope in an effort to reevaluate my holistic position. I am a loner, a drifter, a dreamer.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Jupiter's breath
An exhale that encompasses a breadth of sentiment is what my respiration consist of these days. It's a dull lethargic day in the laboratory and I've had little to eat but pounds to digest. The subject of my confusion seems to be these communist tendencies that my fathers habits have bled into my social fabric. I find myself resisting fundamental needs like food, drink, and social interaction for the persistence of labour. Exhaustion settles in some remote region of my brain and pulses there behind my orbits.
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beautiful
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