heliocentricism
i can't conjure happiness if i can't conjure pot. therefore i am stuck in a sour-smelling house without anything to show for my ow existence.
in grade six i was watching an educational video about the development of a fetus. my friend who was sitting beside me exclaimed obnoxiously and to my chagrin that the development of a fetus was not a miracle as they were portraying it but rather a normalcy. perhaps ignorance is not bliss if it prevents the recognition of a true miracle.
there are a thousand piled on top of my toilet, for reading. i hate them. the bathroom looks terrible, like moisture rings in fine wood. on the cover of every single magazine is slash. no other guitarist exists on the face of the planet.