Pop culture, popping a vein or two
I don't often quote pop culture. But it's not a rule or anything, so...
      Pardon me while I burst into flame.
      An apt description from our friends at Incubus.
      And, Trigun.
      Death and poverty like me so much that they brought friends!
I suppose the last one is a bit strong. After all, there is no death at the moment, and poverty is being staved off by "stipends." For the moment.
      I suppose I'm just freaking out.
      Child to main character, Vash: It's too late for us to go back now. And you're too damn clean!
Vash the Stampede's Response: The ticket to the future is always open.
My roommate told me to do yoga. Instead, I ate som HagenDaas. Rocky Road, a metaphorical ice cream.
Dead Metaphor, that is. "Life is a journey" is so romantic.
And although romanticism (note my lack of capitalization) is making a comeback (*pffttt noise goes here*) in composition--damn those expressivists who ruined my composing process and made me confess!--I am not yet ready for that sort of thing. I'd rather not make that kind of move again.
I'd rather move to a new place, and actually bond with people this time.
Anna came and hugged us yesterday, making me wonder if she was nuts. I wondered if I was nuts. We all decided there is "no love" in the English department. Wherever I go next, I will make there be love.
Let there be light, where word and thought are one. Where the author has only illucutionary language. Let there be sleep. Let there be peace.
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