mintcar

I'm going through some insomnia/fasting phase right now, probably as a result of yet ANOTHER paradigm shift--alas! Oh well, i'm diggin it in the ascetic/flaggelant kind of way. I guess its one of those masochistic swings ... kinda reminds me of this Freud paper -someone- wrote last summer. It's just been taking a toll on my body and the clarity of my mind (ie I feel like mush with 1/2 the energy of a jar of molasses). It's just another farce of my post-modern existence: too many thoughts knocking against each other, all locked inside my cavernous skull.

(On repeat: Radiohead: 2+2=5) OOOH the self PITY! whine whine whine ... (yeah the super-ego is a bitch). What can be mine? What can be mine to keep? I just cant seek refuge in others' faces, although they are so wonderfully warm ... i wish i could get lost there, truly. (Can you see how incomprehensible i become when i'm falling apart?! ^_^)

Please, Josh, would you like to explain objectivism to me again? And, since you asked if you could help--would you like to perform a recital of the Sonate Pathetique for me?--perfectly suits the spirit of the time. o_0 .

I think I will take a stroll on the marina today. If I'm not laying face down in bed.

"I am lonely, lonely,
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!"

Hm! How apt, Wm Carlos Williams! :) Now, I think i'm gonna go practice drawing some naked bodies to prepare for class tomorrow.