i dreamt of a one-way dirt road that kept encouraging me forward like an airport flat escalator. whaddya call those things. the thing about the one-way road is that it implies no return. the thing about the one-way road is that it implies no return. the thing about the one-way road is that it implies, no return.
feel like the internet is mining our brains. extracting experience to build its own. i guess much like the movie her. i guess i am just copying the movie her. saying that reminds me that the concept is very much along those lines of her. but did her mention the word; mining. the internet is mining our brains.
i danced so hard last night i tore my underwear.
i have this thing with parking meters and street signs about: kind of: looping around some of them. even when i don't have to be doing it: i do these loopy around things with my steps: steps.
girls. and here's what it is about girls. when laying in bed with one or appearing and disappearing in flickering moments of pulsating beams and kinetic music or among the buoyant renderings of candlelight in a cozy bar downtown, a guy is getting bombarded with these memories and thoughts and feelings that slip in and haunt him in the most pleasurably crippling way that also devastates the moment. and few girls, few, he can tell em what just happened in his brain. cuz they were dually part of the combination to not only unlocking the combination lock but also revealing its presence. and most girls, he will just take it on the chin. and get through the hauntings alone. because saying them is what infuses people of two. saying your ghosts out loud to another person is the bones of love.
and you are still going. and you are still going. and you are still going.
