glory and gore
Got baked for the first time in my adult life, listening to Lorde.
My head feels like a salmon colored balloon full of wet, violet sand. Martin Freeman’s there.
Also I make a really spot on metronome.
And I wish this pizza was coffee ice cream.
Or Martin Freeman.
Correction: Salmon colored balloon. Eggplant colored wet sand.
Praying that this nook will provide me with a hunger for creating again.
I’ve forgotten how it feels.
There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.
The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell ourselves.
V.S. Naipaul, In a Free State
