I debate standing out in the coming snowstorm and letting it momentarily freeze all of my worries. Waiting for the bus, I asked myself why I get up and go to school every morning. I still cannot answer this question; I never will. I am playing this banjo again, but thank you for making me doubt myself. Is life so holy and pure that my stomach can’t handle it? Sometimes I am intensely aware of the blood in my fingers. Jean-Paul taught me today that there is no such thing as movement, only in betweens of two states of being. I want to stop all the branches from shaking forever. I feel like a trolley, all tethered. If only I were a rainbow children’s piano.
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Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
