and here's where your mother sleeps

because I'm not like most people, but I'm not unlike most people... I have found a beautiful boy. he is a percussionist in our orchestra and he often smiles cynically. and when he smiles cynically, I'm not sure whether to feel jealous that something made him smile- and it wasn't me- or euphoria for having glimpsed that dry gesticulation of facial muscles. i get a stitch in my neck trying to watch him from the first violin section, and I don't look where I'm going because I'm trying to find him. I walk into people. Or very nearly. By some great misfortune, I never very nearly walk into him at all.

At times like these, the term "painfully shy" is pitifully real. I have a shallow faith in love at first sight, but then can I really be blamed if I never even get a chance to get to know them?

So I had an idea. Maybe there are other ways to get the attention of a guy than being meek and modest (or even the alternatives..) or just pure existing. Sometimes, maybe, it's okay to let your thoughts be known.. at least, that is what I like to think. So I wrote.

'it's funny--

at places like these, you see people, and you leave people.
you sit beside people who make you laugh: and you have trouble remembering their names the next week.
incidentally, people across the room you've never talked to can make you grin.
and because you're across the room, and in one of these places, chances are I'll never know you.
you're probably not at all what i think you are. but what i think you are- makes me smile. hey. maybe you are what i think.'

something to sit and catch mental dust by.

In an Effort to Appear Creative

I shall post the offspring of some other genius and remain detached. But it's a pretty heady video, though unlike most music videos (in the sense that it's NOT a music video) it doesn't follow story-lining, so don't read in too much, it may just do a disservice to the, overall, "interesting" footage.



Whoozah.