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2002-06-30 - 1:33 a.m.

i saw ghosts at every stoplight on the way home.

i'm sorry that i didn't realize your reasoning. i can't believe that it was really that simple.

speaking in a purely scientific sense: i forgot to carry the one.

so now what.

well.

now i need to be realistic again. fuck that irrational dreaming.

now i need to go to bed and dream about things that don't factor into anything, and just hang loosely above lucid and misdirected.

now i need to ask you for reassurance.

but hell if i'm going to do that.

(not because i'm stubborn, but because i care too much to hear you stutter as you give it to me.)

perhaps i'm just being irrational for once.

perhaps i'm just being rational like always.



prove me wrong.