currently: eating fruitcake
i don't think i know how to write. i don't know if that's ok or not. i know how to type, that's for sure. but is there destination in the un-inked words within this computer screened universe? un-inked. we are made of links of ink. permanent and deceiving, we grace ourselves towards an ego once removed. diving on dope, we strive for a future ending tonight. there is never tomorrow, only now. there are never extroadinary tonalities, there are never never lands and lands and islands. ice lands. iceland. brrr.
dear Hampshire College
where is the weed?
soberly yours,
emma
haha
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment