curbdrop out of grace

i love a "stranger"

so i'm sitting here in my boxers watching basketball and looking at an online ouiji board that is faker than the "i love you" your parents say to each other.

i think i'm losing my mind, quickly.

i find recently i can just let my mind go and it goes to wierd off lands. maybe not going crazy, but far(ther) from reality.

sometimes, there's no difference between "can't" and "don't feel like". deep down, of course there's a difference, but really the end result on the surface is the same.

actually, i take that back. sometimes "don't feel like" is worse because when one doesn't put in the effort sometimes, that alone is enough: both offensive and alarmingly blunt and truthful about the importance of things.

i rank things because ranking matters. most people rank but don't realize to what degree. i realize and furthermore realize the impact and necessity to rank.

this is how i am: i used to be dirt. i used to have a lot of sharp little stones on the surface that cut the bare feet of those who crossed my path. and then the fucking rain flooded down and washed all these stones away, and for the most part, people could walk on me and i didn't care and didn't react. my edge was washed away. but then the fucking traffic kept coming and wore down the dirt to unveil large unmovable stones under the surface.

really, what the fuck am i talking about?

posted by fillshe @ 10:27 PM