Sunday, February 9, 2014

Stream of Consciousness:

I was just thinking about what I would say to YOU if you got in the elevator. How about "Please tell your mom to stop commenting on my instagrams." Too Hostile. Oh, I've got it: I wasn't mature enough to handle our relationship; but not a day goes by that I don't--

It's just that all I've ever wanted is to be  all you've ever wanted, and even though I can't suppress the thought that the only thing worse than using emoticons in conversation is using hastags, and I think that the better you are at Twitter, the worse you are at life, I want to know: what is the emoticon for existential loneliness in the universe ? AH don't leave me, do not go gently into that good night. What is a Cronut, anyway? Why isn't my father Hugo Guinness, and why does no one know who Hugo Guinness is? There is a certain sadness for artists the because people do not realize who painted 'Spectrum' or 'Night Hawk' and how as long as I live paintings will be hung on walls, untied in thoughts to their respective artists, and artists will lay in unmade beds, alone, probably. Also lets talk about how 'happy hour' is usually from two to four, which is more than one hour, and how people are bought into the idea that leasing a car is actually a good idea, and that there is a thing called the 'Real World'. (There isn't). Why isn't that coat SENSIBLE, mom? The antagonist. Just because it is BLUE doesn't mean it doesn't GO with EVERYTHING. Is a woman raised by wolves really human? No. I should be able to buy more $100 pair of shoes without feeling guilt like a murderer feels guilt and some theives have a lack of it. 

And I can't stop thinking about the warmth in my toes and the color of my hair and how I hope one day I'll have some spare time and I'll be at the grocery store or in a Barnes & Noble or maybe I'll be in a coffe shop, not getting coffee, because it's likely you'd be there, and out of the corner of your eye, you will spot my newly colored hair and have to do a double take, and then you will shout my name, and we will be so happy because we finally, finally got it right.

XX
Rothko

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