methrowrock | fountain stairs (Reply)

In a way, it is a kind of shriveling, a type of decay. Ossifying of stereotypes, and I wanted to make things sound cool by saying "the abundity of moribundity", until I realised that the noun I was looking for was actually "abundance". Oh. Having more and more self-doubt is certainly not a good situation to be in. Of late, I have less and less things to say to people, and I think there is a reciprocal relationship somewhere along the line there. I need to be proactive. For one, those thirteen readings I am lagging behind on are not going to show themselves out. Stop watching Running Man, brand the sound of my mother's hacking and wheezing into my eardrums, and pull myself out of the doldrums. Tomorrow, tomorrow. Bright eyes, fresh face and a spongy brain ready for a-soaking. Tonight, or this morning, a last hurrah with Deerhunter, and their undulating, carefree riffs.