“i would really very much like a new tattoo. which is free. which i still can’t afford. because fuck everything. and even if we had lots of spare time and nothing else happening i still wouldn’t know what i want other than the ability to disappear into the oblivion of just feeling instead of thinking.”
Is anyone else singing in their heads now? You’re welcome. School starts Monday! Maybe your school has already started, and maybe you start after Labor Day (I always did as a kid). Our summer generally runs from around the second week of June to the Third week of August.
“I am all that I grok.” I wanted to open with a quote from Time Enough for Love about death and dying, but oddly enough the exact phrasing escapes me (from a book I’m sure I could recite backwards and forwards any other day) and I can’t seem to find it online. It was the little rhyme at the beginning of one of the chapters about migrating. It wasn’t important. Groking seems more fitting somehow, anyway.