2004-10-13
And When The Wind Blows Her Away, They'll Wonder Why The Walls Are So Gaunt
hearing: Through The Rhythm - Sonic Boom
reading: The First Men On The Moon by H.G. Wells
feeling: kreek.
I'm not like you
I'm not like them
The one oft ignored
With wide eyes floored
She's the pattern of the wallpaper
And the wood grain on the floor
My mind has a self imposed mantra which says, "question everything."
Well I'd like to challenge that and ask, why? Why do we question everything? Because when I'm in the middle of jotting down American government key terms, and I start questioning my handwriting and the text on the page until I reach the point of pondering my attitude and purpose in the universe, it's awful annoying.