What is there to say

My stomach hurts. And my thighs feel unused. The blood is stagnant. My mind sees me racing on a bike through the streets here in Milton, it felt good to do so before, but there is nothing out there for me at this moment. It will come though, I do believe. There is still this bridge down in Oakville where I want to write, "The best lack all conviction, and the worst are filled with passionate intensity." It will have to be soon though. I have a white paint oil based marker... maybe I will have to buy some white acrylic to do the job, but I don't want to. I also want to be a bit drunk, but I can't, because I live in Milton... and I will be in wanting to drive. It takes only an hour and a bit to bike down, my legs itch for it, but the bike doesn't have lights. It seems like my mind silences my body for most of the time.

Well I could do it in Milton I suppose. That way I'll be able to just be and bike. I won't be able to put the saying back where I found it, but I will be able to make it legible for those to read it again. Why though? Why does it matter.

The best lack all conviction and
the Worst are filled with passionate intensity

There's just something about it.

Anyways, no more beer tonight. My bod's got some thirst above this.

Goodnight

Good night. Had beer, that was nice. I got drunk, but a good drunk. Feeling a bit slow today. Didn't even need to sleep that long. Waking up is kind of nice. It was a kind of nice night. Nice things were said, which always gets me happy. I knitted during class yesterday, during the slide show. Gonne keep my little bro's neck warm with this scarf. Lookin forward to it. I sat in between two guys who both had girlfriends, they wondered how I was single. I don't think I am, I said. But my mind was going. Fantasy land, fer shur. We spoke about art history, such frucking art school kids. I have lists of things to do, that i made last night. To become a lawyer, and or doctor, and give money back to the school, and then to get Sunscad's knowledge. Soak it up from their brains. The only thing I have to do today is write out my thoughts on Queer THeory in that orange book. Then to go and get some ingredients for some spiced ginger or rum cake. Maybe fruit sticks.

I gotta go.

This is it

http://astrofix.net/2011/07/19/venuschiron-aspects/#.UMJhna50vEc

Wow. Read that, and you read me. Fuck.

Phuck, fuck, fyuch. It's phechoung (fucking) creazy.

Just words you say..

Just astrological nonsense..

The internet.. full of lies, you say.

Well.......... p h u c k

the privilege of believing in your shit

Holy shit friend.

It's the one day before it has to be done. The only day is including the eight hours sleep.. so it's only 12 hours of work. Can it be done? I eat my breakfast (sardines and rice) with chopsticks. Thinking this will slow me down and I should enjoy my meal. But I rush through and create a blockage in my throat - what is this? Spaghetti? Thank you for the rice, the pot, the stove. The friends, the love, the time. The breathe, the life, the metal. The music, the weather, the air.

I slept well, and woke up early. Today is a day for business. & wine.

I have the right to get angry.