stupid psychobabble
2003-06-08 @ 12:37 a.m.
while looking for dinner, at 12:12 in the morning, a sliver of moonlight catches my eye . so i turn the blinds to stare at the moon for a while . the same moon that i watched dance in the water at john's pass, the same moon that i sat in the empty parking lot and stared at through my back window, the same moon that every one else stares at . it looks like night here, but it's just an illusion, there is no night . just darkness, the sun is always shining . i stare at the glow of the sun behind the moon and wonder how bright it's shining on the other side of the world, where my friends are . in england, where danielle is right now and in japan where my cousin, whose name i can't even remember, is . i wonder if anyone else is doing the exact same thing and thinking the exact same thing as me, and how many people have done it before . i think about how i'm looking at the same moon that every person who is and ever was has looked at, the same sun that has been in that same spot from the very beginning and will be long after everyone who is living now is gone . then i think about how one day it won't be anymore, how someday everything that is here now will not be . the moon will not be here, this house will not be here, this sink in front of me will not be here . i won't be here . everything that ever is and ever was and ever will be will be gone . then i think about how fucked up someone has to be to take the moon and turn it into something depressing .
i need sleep, i have to get up in the morning .
"macho man, i'll take that knife and shove it up your ass, i'm macho man . and i don't give a damn if you cum or not, i'm macho man ." 1970s stand up comedy is god .
