theallconsumingvagina

the paint begins to splatter the wall
2004-06-10 16:01:01 (UTC)

djars of clay, cloy, play, ploy, boy, djoy, bar.

i feel heavy, thick. i feel sort of as though i'm made out
of clay.

did you know that it is not calculably impossible for a
stone statue to suddenly wave its hand at us? the molecules
in the marble are constantly moving, and their movements
cancel each other out so that the matter appears inert.
however, it is logically conceivable that all the molecules
could shift in the same direction at the same moment. its
just that the odds of this happening are so amazingly low
that the age of the universe so far would not be enough
time to write out all the zeros.

that's paraphrased from that dawkin's book, and i thought
it was extremely interesting.

i fell asleep at like, 1030 last night. without even
finishing my homework. i had to get out of work early today
in order to be able to have it done. this can be defined as
procrastination. i will qualify it with the statement that
i dont actually care.

i'm so lazy. and content. this is one of the best summers
ever. we seriously need to hang out though, dude- how about
tonight sometime? i really want to draw your clitoris,
paint it in wild colors, maybe even sculpt it later. i
thought of that this morning because i kept seeing vaginal
symbolism in all the papers i was checking.

i want to go fishing.




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