nohigher
he suddenly stopped. at the intersection between the two hallways he smelled a vague metal odor.
the price of gasoline, the price of gasoline, the price of gasoline, the priiiiice of gasoline. is that a song? i feel like it should be. how very insightful.
i think my inability to come up with anything interesting/intelligent to say these past few days on oneword is most definitely related to the severe pain in the ass which is my master's thesis.
well i can't think of anything other than that it reminds me of omlettes. which are, luckily, not obsolete.
this sounds like the name of a novel about an artist dying of intellectual thirst. i haven't read it but there is an image in my mind of a lanky guy walking around with a canvas under his arm and a fedora in 1960's berlin.
deter-mined. deter. mined. interesting combination of words to create a completely different meaning. i am deterred from mining, yet determined to mine.
an overwhelming way to stay connected but also a completely compartmentalized way. there is so much pressure to respond, snail-mail friendly letters are no longer adequate. we need the g-chat.
it is something unimaginable to me. i have always seen myself as weak in spirit unable to bare what billions have.
this is not something i desire inherently, just in terms of my own value and worth as a human being to myself. i want to help and be successful at it. success on its own is a strange concept like money with nothing to spend it on.
there are always plans and they are never what we want to do, even the fun plans we made days ago today can be destroyed by an aching molar or an inertia brought about by rain. but how beautiful it is to be able to replan to the same when one wants and enjoy it thoroughly.
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