outside brody #MSU #SWAG
public private things
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quietly, we sat down on top of the mountain we made: a careless pile of dried-up words sitting in the yard, stone-still and gray. it’s quite imposing and rather ugly; the neighbors complain. yet day after day, it remains. up here, our dead tongues resonate.
i was better off a spectacle than an honest working man
I’ve been having dreams within dreams. Being jarred awake, repeatedly, by a stark realization that I’m in a place where I never thought I’d be, hanging around with people I never thought I’d be with, doing things I never thought I’d do. It’s a strange feeling. I can’t tell whether it’s good or bad. But sometimes it’s 5 AM, and as I stare at rays of pale, early morning light falling across her face, snaking across the contours of her body which is haphazardly fit next to mine, the only thing I can tell is that I feel like I’m suddenly awake.
Dreams within dreams. All of the sudden finding yourself completely disassociated from your previous (sentimental/bullshit) context and smashcutting into reality. Maybe.
It’s a strange, strange feeling.
