In Tents
I hate writing by popular demand… it’s never as deep or spurlock of the morgant. But I am indeed a man of the people, and in the interest of keeping you screaming baby birds happy, regurgitated worms are coming right up.
I really don’t think anyone at uni gets me. And K-lo, if you’re reading this, and I know you’re junkie smiling now, then I’m sorry about spoiling your hard worked for classes…kinda. Everything’s more fun with peripheral knowledge. But yeah, sorry, everyone just thinks I’m plain nuts. I assume. If I’m doing my job right, then yeah, everyone thinks I’m plain nuts. You think starting a conga line, or interpretive dancing my way through year 12 maths was my zenith, you was wrong, bitches. I just don’t know… I try so hard. Oh well, one dya they’ll get me. Or hopefully not, and I can remain a kind of Mark Twain for the new century.
Talking to Paul right now. Kinda busy… all that feeling was supposed to go into this. Too much typing, not enough attention.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter… Carson McCullers. That… that book. Carson is a woman by the way. And it is! The heart is a hunter, not a victim, it isn’t broken, it does the breaking. The spearing.
Live lonely sweet lover of my night, your hacked-up rose bush will live on.
So I’m slowly making sure everyone I know has heard the Hold Steady. I maintain… Separation Sunday is THE album of 2006. I mean that it’s not only the best, but thematically it IS this year, this generation at least for New York, it is the mixture of right-wing religion and hard-core drugs, the conservative with the subversion, it is US. It is 2006.
I love nights. And days actually. I meet so many new people every day. I don’t meet anyone new but different myselves at night.
I am drinking tea.
There are many directions, but only three dimensions. Of course there are more, but for day-to-day purposes, for practicality, there are only three. What I’m saying is that means we have the illusion of infinite choice and direction, whilst actually being very limited. I think that’s very appropriate. We simply need to define dimensions of philosophy and time and such, as in, fate. Because I think destiny is like that. An infinity of choice and options, yours free to make, but of course only within a limited confine.
I guess maybe I should give in and commit to a relationship. It’s not it’s for lack of opportunity. Sigh… a little longer, please, just to relish my novel.
Steppenwolf, everyone, Steppenwolf.
I really don’t think anyone at uni gets me. And K-lo, if you’re reading this, and I know you’re junkie smiling now, then I’m sorry about spoiling your hard worked for classes…kinda. Everything’s more fun with peripheral knowledge. But yeah, sorry, everyone just thinks I’m plain nuts. I assume. If I’m doing my job right, then yeah, everyone thinks I’m plain nuts. You think starting a conga line, or interpretive dancing my way through year 12 maths was my zenith, you was wrong, bitches. I just don’t know… I try so hard. Oh well, one dya they’ll get me. Or hopefully not, and I can remain a kind of Mark Twain for the new century.
Talking to Paul right now. Kinda busy… all that feeling was supposed to go into this. Too much typing, not enough attention.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter… Carson McCullers. That… that book. Carson is a woman by the way. And it is! The heart is a hunter, not a victim, it isn’t broken, it does the breaking. The spearing.
Live lonely sweet lover of my night, your hacked-up rose bush will live on.
So I’m slowly making sure everyone I know has heard the Hold Steady. I maintain… Separation Sunday is THE album of 2006. I mean that it’s not only the best, but thematically it IS this year, this generation at least for New York, it is the mixture of right-wing religion and hard-core drugs, the conservative with the subversion, it is US. It is 2006.
I love nights. And days actually. I meet so many new people every day. I don’t meet anyone new but different myselves at night.
I am drinking tea.
There are many directions, but only three dimensions. Of course there are more, but for day-to-day purposes, for practicality, there are only three. What I’m saying is that means we have the illusion of infinite choice and direction, whilst actually being very limited. I think that’s very appropriate. We simply need to define dimensions of philosophy and time and such, as in, fate. Because I think destiny is like that. An infinity of choice and options, yours free to make, but of course only within a limited confine.
I guess maybe I should give in and commit to a relationship. It’s not it’s for lack of opportunity. Sigh… a little longer, please, just to relish my novel.
Steppenwolf, everyone, Steppenwolf.
posted by Cal Samson at 9:41 PM
12 Comments:
lol..u really r so much like jeffers...u described sum gross stuff in that entry..cyas
I'm sorry?
lol...dont worry...
Yes, what an interesting cohen sidence. Mayhaps we are one and the same, my good friend?
That is to say, for those who may not have quite got it the first time...
mephisofales and me are the same person pretending to be 2 different ppl..lol
WTF? u r weird...jeffers
When you say "you", do you, in fact, mean me and mephistopheles? After all, there's a good chance that we're the same person. It wouldn't be the first time I've pretended to be two people. Then again, maybe not. I just don't know.
U pretend 2 be so many things its not funny ........n can ppl leave comments on my blog ('jeffers')...coz hardly any1 does..lol...:(
Way to totally hi-jack my intellectual aeroplane and steer it into the twin towers of your ongoing feud jeffers/elle.
Although... when I say jeffries, I may indeed mean me... and he... and we. For we are both we, and no doubt "I" is a very subjective term... By definition in fact. So when "we" say "I" "we" could mean "we", right? Or maybe Neither of us are the people you think we are, and we've swapped identities, claiming to be be one another at parties. Or maybe we pay those people to cover for our one, singular, deformed identity: The Phantom of the Blogpra.
Maybe Oprah isn't real wither, and she's like the moon landing - constructed out of stock footage and fear of the Russians.
lol...well I dont actually fight with any1 ..dont like 2 anyway...u guys loook 4 2 much attention..n u wont get me in2 anotha prank...lol...Cyas
I do not believe the dame has the cognitive capacity to quite ingest what I/we are implying. Mayhaps if the target in question posessed a more competent collection of neurons, they would have gathered what it was that I/we were insinuating.
OOO..THATS REALLY HARSH Jeffers..My sensitivity is getting betta now though...I am actaully quite smart thanku very much...
:(
U really do like 2 push peoples buttons..lol...and yes I no ..in both ways...
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