written by owen on 2009-Sep-15.
For the past couple of weeks I have been doing nothing but filing papers and writing reports. It was a good day. Added to the fact that I left my cellphone at home. I always knew that love would tear us apart. Everyday is exactly the same. I walk the line, hang around the tall grass, but I'm not obsessed, I'm just impolite.
Now that the summer's night is nigh upon us with not a single good hurricane to cleanse our battered souls a fresh. Yeah, you know its been a good week depending on how many times you have been referred to as "slightly-serial killer-ish". Nobody is perfect I guess, bring me champagne when I'm thirsty, bring me reefer when I want to get high.
I've been at 60% good this week, even though I love the scent of Ponal (translucent drying) cold glue. It reminds me of art class in high school. Sometimes I stick it on my fingers and let it dry just so I can peal it off slowly, and see the perfect rubbery copy of whatever it was stuck to. Its a wonder how scents, music and monkeys can bring back memories of simpler times.