the point is that i didn't fall asleep again until after 3:30 last night, and today feels like some odd combination of the last day of school (which it is) and the last day of summer (which it isn't). part of me wants to sleep, part of me wants coffee, and part of me is already half-dreaming of what will happen tonight after i visit a mental hospital and imaginary set of conjoined twins:
more on this later, but for the time being suffice to say that yesterday i felt like i was coming down with writer's block and it didn't feel good and every word i wrote seemed to lead me in the wrong direction and i decided to get rid of all my punctuation and it wasn't until after i had locked myself in an empty classroom that i realized that the wrong direction was really the right direction in the wrong order.
i proceeded to reorganize my thoughts and took the following note:
thoughts are memories in the present tense.
i do not know if this is foolish or wise or both and in the end it does not matter because we are all going to die anyway and who can ever really know about what comes next?
lyres and prophets)
or
(liars and profits?
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