How do I know the world is like this?

By this.

So I have just joined the blogging community and I don't know if it's a good idea or not. Trial and error. People have been telling me to get one of these for a while, but I've been resisting. I had a xanga in middle school, and I mean, I was in middle school. Thus, it's content was worthy of poop. So I've kind of had this negative conotation towards writing my thoughts, feelings, ideas, current happenings, etc. on the internet. But I am one to give in, so here I am. Welcome to my mind. Please wipe your feet before entering.

"And I must borrow every changing shape
To find expression... dance, dance
Like a dancing bear,
Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape.
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance-"

In a tobacco trance. That would be the title of this blog if i was a smoker. Thank you Sir Eliot. Now, there's a difference between a smoker and a person who smokes. I semi consider myself the latter because I go to Hampshire College and it's a way of life here. But 98% of my close friends here are the former. They live it. Pack(s) a day. Sacrificing proper circulation for a puff a puff a puff. Good evening Massachusettes winter, may i replace your air with mine? It's unfiltered.

"I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots." -t.s.e

I am "impatient to assume the world."
I am certain that this one is still a dream.
I am certain everything is still asleep.
What do you do once the world has gone back to it's room?
What do you do when your typewriter becomes cliche?
It's possible I had a breakdown today,
It's possible I saw it all.
When I realized it's infinite, I used single spacing and took a nap.