ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- reign in blood look at the ground, look straight up. it's starting to feel like "days", known to us previously as blocks in which there are 24 hours, one morning, one afternoon, one night; now these things are only containers of moments, and the moments are the new days. like yesterday when we were talking about something that happened the "day" before, and we were both completely positive it was weeks in the past. "was that only yesterday?" nights at the gas station, calling the cops and listening to slayer. like the burnouts in any given teenage comedy-drama, except it's you and me and all too real. back to work, and it's crazy and busy and crowded, and that's cool, to be expected. listening to lots of rush. disc one of chronicles is really good throughout. great to play with the midnights again, mostly to see them. we walked around all night, climbed over the dam, over the sections of roofing on the elementary school. lay in the park in the dried out fountain and a small (but entirely bold) rabbit ran/scurried past us like it was on a dare. you gave me a wonderful snowdome as a birthday gift, pictures of us inside. thank you. it's beautiful. finally fell asleep listening to pharoah sanders "love is everywhere". you woke me up to tell me about your long-concealed family you just found out about. how funny, and scary and weird and jerry springer. i walked down to the guitar shop and played a fake SG. i think i might get it, but money makes the world turn, burn. cash ruins everything around me. i can't wait for another night-time to be born out of the end of august's daytimes. each moment is a new container of days (like the inverse for what i said up there, still 100% true.) click click click. 16:03:19 - 2000-08-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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