� The day after � 2002-03-28 � 8:53 a.m. �
Angst in uglisness again... I love it... colours that makes look less than dead... a face flat with the fire inside my legs...
And I have nothing to do today but walk to work... roll there if I have luck on my side... and I don't usually....
One day of happiness and comfort is usually traded off for the following some place I hate.
simple economic term called opportunity cost... I guess... what do I know? Numbers aren't my field.... art is.
So i am spending my hour before work falling into the voice of some boy... and drowning in bad herbal tea... not the jolt of the morning I need.
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