note #46

Beautiful bruises burst burgundy and blue from brutal battering of beatific bastions of blameless beguilement.

note #45

"just imagine all of us in 20 years....we'll be the old people with the lawns...except our lawns will be in cyberspace and we'll be yelling at the kids to "google it!" instead of telling them to get off the grass. ;P"

note #44

too pc, we turned ourselves into a plastic community.

note #43

Afterwards, as we lay wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, the rain falling softly outside, he whispers sweet nothings in my ear in his native tongue - for all I know, he could be insulting me.

note #42

"My mom told me that you almost had me put into the remedial class..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. She said she fought against it."
"I don't recall, it was so long ago."
"Heh. I wouldn't expect you to. Sigh~...It's not that I'm not a genius, it was that I was so troubled back then, but no one noticed it."
"Really?"
"Yes. It's been so many years that I can look back now and realize how depressed I was; how many things were going wrong back then. I don't remember when exactly I first started considering suicide, but it must have been around that time. It was such a bad time. I lost myself in so many ways..."

note #41

let me lie and save the truth for later on tonight, between waking and dream.

note #40

i am wayworn from my brackish travels and come now to parse a jeremiad of nuptials quixotic in levity abed. these diaphanous aggresses en masse are nebbish and bellicose in their commensurate attempts at plenipotentiary. so let us beat a tattoo and put forth the agitprop to masticate while all around us temporize in their factions. i ask but that you do not indurate but manumit your thoughts in amicable effrontery to my story hence! let not mulct gravitas in this my atelier solace! but please do accept my pukka gratis and let me cajole the supernal ether ere you name me egregious.