Intricate Patterns.

listening to: questions for an ex-lover - loveisastory.
reading: my desperate love diary pt 2 - liz rettig.

watching: this screen.

eating: air.

drinking: apple & blackcurrant juice with green jelly.

i don't think there's anything that actually makes me happier than those people, you know the ones. the types that you have no previous connections with, that you only just discover what a diamond in the rough they are, only less lame. more sort of the life on mars that you didn't think was there, but then you realised it was on amerika's tortured brow all along.

a world that is constructed of inside jokes and laughter chokes.

the types of people that you love just sitting there and talking to, the types where the conversation lacks direction, but somehow is fulled to the brim with tear jerking and ideally explicit content. the type that is just like you: r-e-b-e-l-l-i-n-g against the system, the club of scrubs, the leaders of breeders, the races of laces. (those dr martens won't tie themselves!)

mashing buttons with the greatest of timing, with the sound of our power-ups chiming.

i think this world would be so much better if we had more people that are more ideologically stimulating at 10pm, after their second cold-meat dinner, than those types who are only briefly stimulating after their 10am stimulants. (you do the math, unless you're more creatively inclined.) i feel like i've forgotten something, only the problem is, i can't remember what i forgot.

just a heads up: what i'm listening to is probably the saddest song i've ever heard. so in short, refrain from listening, or you may die of broken organs. and we all know that broken organs, when they repair, have the tendency to fit back broken and mutilated.

fortunately for me, as t-w-i-s-t-e-d as my laughter is, it brings smiles. :)