Chaos is a friend of mine.– Dylan
Professor Michael Taugher Adage:
“All lakes die. ALL lakes die, eventually.” The body of water you floated upon belly-up, in time, will give into the unnatural capillary action. After its remaining drops are soaked-up into the atmosphere, left behind will be mere remnants of its once capacity and great depth. Ah, is this not true for all lake-like things or experiences? Once, so grand! So dependent and ever-giving!...
What kind of fuckery are we?
Limbo (which is the only word capable of describing the current state of my life) is hitting quite hard today. I have so, very much to give. Yet, not an outlet, in its singularity, avails itself. In the fall months, life will begin. I will be reborn and able to embark on my future. Truly, it could not come soon enough. Let the downpour of opportunity wash-out days such as today!
I have no interest in the present. Take me back to a past time or volt me into the future I am destined to carry-out.