purging porridge

why cant i ever meet someone decent. how shall i put it.. someone rounded, total and whole?

am i asking for the outer-skies? maybe, i haven't a clue. but i think not.

maybe i can only collect bits and pieces, maybe nothing will ever be enough. maybe i am too much.

yet, i revel in the possibility of those entities i know are out there.

i know i should not be easily destabilized and swayed by ideas and thoughts other than my own.

pivot, i say pivot.

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yest and today have been art on a stage. hmm...

shouldn't real art aim to infiltrate the masses on a day to day basis..?

or is that impossible?

maybe art can only be appreciated on a pedestal.

maybe it can only be high-brow(lack of better word). maybe it asks for exclusion.

i really dont know.

ughh.

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dreading the next few pre-monday, pre-work, pre-shoulders-aching-feet-dragging hours.

not that i hate my tiny job, i just hate the moments culminating to that. its the same feeling you have prior to the first day at school or any sort of work, no matter how much you love or hate it. it just works that way. no? h.a.t.e. i wanna bum. i miss bumming. i miss frolicking in the sun.

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till the next wk end.

i shall not be sober.

ditchin the fools, makin me blue.

crackin them down, sniffin techno-glue.

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peace princesses.