our best laid plan. our best laid plan?

listened to ligeti's requiem tuesday. it's really something, isn't it? something makes sense to you, doesn't mean it happened. must you really trill that- your uvula must hate you. so not a humanities person here, ouch. focus on the pretty now. forget the words. let the great world spin. *if i have enough brain cells, money, beauty, edumacation then does it become my responsibility to have a rewarding life? weekend getaways and reunions and long beaded necklaces- throw in a couple hagiographies as well, it's not serious. shout down the microphone now and then. i want to tell them all about it while they don't pretend to listen. it will all go up in paperplanes. through the grilles. delusions of grandeur. resist the temptation. say it the said way. trying my best not to laugh at you. can you handle the real thing? wait. we're not there yet. close the door.

on sera les sauterelles des étoiles.

or, we might just be missing something important.

alert the presses

i got a french headspace!

stuttery, but there. searching for the path of least (grammar)resistance.

6 years later: still the best feeling in the world.

let the record show

"what do you mean it's gone?"

lying on a nicely manicured lawn

bright dots and floaters -theraindrops, helpfully supply my earphones- should get that checked out sometime? it's supposed to be normal but am neurotic about that stuff because of my ridiculously elongated eyeballs and they were really weird besides- floaters on acid?

(real, honest-to-god raindrops followed a day later.)

(hate to break it to you, but.. your ferrari, sir, is male. i mean, look at those quadriceps substitutes! would i fling myself at the thing wearing revealing clothing? maybe. if it was yellow. why not? okay.)

i began to see the point of living in a purely residential neighborhood. suburbia even.

lucky.

went looking for two lines:

1. let's waste time, chasing cars etc.

2. slow down my beating heart, slowly love etc.

both songs were there. both lines weren't.

still a bit queasy from all the feelgood politics.

knew all refrains and nothing else; worked perfectly.

'm worried.

reichstag zu worms.

(comment devenir meilleur.)