Wed 222 AM
Our neighbor told Chad and I he captured a tiny russian with fangs and put him in a jar. He’s schizop!
everything’s fucking broken fuck tech Every time for the past week I sit down to update poliw.at there’s something broken / not working / missing
wed 1004 AM
going to marion’s to help with her site!
getting on train at 335pm “ The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected. The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we look up, marvelling how he has escaped us, and thinking how we could worship him and love him, would he but transalate his visions into human words, and his experiences into human actions.” -E.M. Forster
Wed 411 PM
Marion gave me 200 for her labor wh
can barely think in spoken word
making music many emotions and cliches left unfucked
our neighbor told us about the tiny russian with fangs that hangs in a jar in his garage
Lyrics: suburbia is getting lit, I'm afraid make a better one for yourself your fam make a better one for yourself your fam our neighbor told us our neighbor told us ith a twinkle in his eye [chorus 1] x2 the russian with fangs upside down he hangs in a jar he hangs
people are shit cause they’re treated like shit walk the dog with SUV treated like shit
I am the means and not the end end of my life highlife mike life sewey
Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers could pull it out of us. out of me out of us
unexxpected I’m a slave to te beat I don’t care who sees it I am a master of nothing A master of nothing is the master of everything
I’m stoney glassy eyed
sing praise to the beat all pigeons off the street
nother uber gone bad now harrassing with a nissan
cannot resist A wonderful physical tie binds the parents to the children; and — by some sad, strange irony — it does not bind us children to our parents. For if it did, if we could answer their love not with gratitude but with equal love, life would lose much of its pathos and much of its squalor, and we might be wonderfully happy.
- E.M. Forster ``` what to say to a strange that tells them they can stay they can leave what they freaking on what they freaking bout who they freakin now who they fuckin be in the now not the past the past a disease