i broke my mind
the boat crashes and i wake up in a car wreck in the middle of a highway lying next to julia roberts (yes, pretty prostitute actress) i know that julia is in fact hasan reincarnate and i try to remind her of our sweet, sweet love whilst resuscitating her. the ingrate wakes up and looks at me like i'm mad (which quite frankly seems justified at the moment) i woke up pissed off and stayed pissed off the whole day how dare that red haired boat man entity leave me? oh help. --- besides being the eternal undergraduate at university, i have also been accepted into a group of fellow misanthropes. (yes, irony, it tickles) they wear dark clothing and listen to metal. they're very, very sweet people. they also find me ancient and disturbing. they engage in rants of uncorroborated philosophizing, eg, 'i think god is (insert name of metal singer here) and i think vampires are hotter than werewolves' this gives me much joy. when they're being more serious they're mini spinozas, humes, sartres and they aren't afraid to be afraid. i wish they weren't scared of me. it makes me scared of myself. --- my professor thinks i'm a genius. i was in his office once to see work he submitted to an international conference. as he was opening the package he paused to tell me, 'my work...isn't like yours' i should've been flattered. i felt like shit. this man is in his sixties, he's a successful artist, he's made successful artists and he humbled himself before me. i cant i don't know what to do with that --- |