the streets of heaven are lined with shelves

look at me, I can change the header of my blog nobody reads at three in the morning instead of finishing this paper

it was originally going to be an in-focus picture of a cigarette, but now it is an out-of-focus picture of somewhere immediately above a cigarette

had I taken the picture specifically to use on this website, I would have aimed the camera higher. as it stands, the picture is frustratingly and stubbornly fastened to an invisible anchor, yearning to be pointed upwards, somewhere just out of frame

at least, in my opinion it is

I figure that’s a fitting metaphor for something, here

but these days, these days, we drink a lot of snake oil

I’ve realize that at the moment, I’m isolated.  No one is in love with me, & I am equally in love with everyone ["even the parts people I'd meant to leave out"].  I feel like I’m coming into my own as far as my collegiate existence is concerned, but I’m afraid I’m not giving it my best.  If I fail a class, I accept it in stride, but it’s easier to tell that to myself than it is to other people. I’ve realized that I’ve been deluding myself for a while now about what I’d like to do with my life–nothing too serious, but it means I’m probably going to start taking classes different than what I’d been telling everyone for the past four years. I’ve realized I’m eighteen now and I’ve become my own person.  I’m still roughing out the details [the strong details stricken with film grain and editor's sweat that one is usually fairly settled on [but then again maybe not]], but the fact that I know who I am is equal parts shocking and reassuring.  I’ve realized that my life would’ve been a whole lot different if I am who I am today, a year or two ago.  This is embarrassing, but no one is reading it, so it’s cool.  And if you are, it’s not like I would’ve told you the story face-to-face any different.  I mean that moreso if you’re one of the people I’m writing about.

I spent today taking pictures and grooving out to Franklin Bruno and John Darnielle.  I can’t say it was a day wasted, but now I have to pay for my actions!

where the moose run wild and we can’t think clearly

Beautiful day today! My chest is as light as a feather! I want to fall into the wind and be a bird. I’d like to see campus from above the trees! Something about the weather today reminds me of Summer-I can’t wait to be with old friends again. There’s an emerald green sun and a strong purple diamond. Essays for arms and ten tons of bricks for your new city. Strike the earth! Drink water and plum juice. Farm grass, make a bed and sleep with your wife, and love your children. Walk on the sun and never stop!

So long, Marianne!

dead languages on our tongue

Swedish isn’t dead! Why does it’s lead over Finnish with only +3 million speakers give it such a global advantage? Is it Sweden’s economy? Finnish sounds like glinting water glimmer glass from gentle mermaid mouths! Svenska is a bunch of rocks thrown around by goblins in the throat of a myrmadon.

Late for class!