Neurological Contusion
I want nothing more than to do nothing more than I want. I want, more than anything, to do more than just anything. I envision excellence and superiority, clouded in the mire of mediocrity. I long for the simple, having been eschewed by the complex. I need more, having less. Having less, I'm given more. I want nothing but rest and am given nothing but work. I see pain and feel joy. I experience burdens with unassailable joy only to have my joy assailed.
"Like if I stopped making such a noise all the time.....I might hear something nice."
"Like if I stopped making such a noise all the time.....I might hear something nice."
posted by rOmiLaYu at 6:57 PM
4 Comments:
ouch...I think I have a neurological contusion now just from reading that :)
what is it that gives you unassailable joy which ends up assailed?
you perplex me. i think you enjoy being cryptic, n'est pas?
sometimes, the absurdity of beckett perfectly describes my life.
speaking of absurdity, this post is decidedly confusing. so much so, i have no idea what to comment :)
i didn't really understand what you meant by the plant analogy. could you explain further?
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