random, scattered thoughts...some with a pattern, some without... conscious and unconscious efforts; together they throw some insight and help me rediscover myself and my nascent nuances...
Friday, August 22, 2014
I like the idea of being driven alone over flyovers. It's a high. Lets me look down upon the otherwise so spuriously tall billboards.
It's psychedelic. And a little nauseating. Deliriously ecstatic, in a mad sweep of present imperfect.
ReplyDeletebut very momentary. tch.
ReplyDeletePresent imperfect, hence.
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