Sunday, July 11, 2004

S*itty afternoon.

If you are sitting next to someone, you can look at their head and realize that one day their head will either be resting on a pillow in a grave or cremated. No-joke, if you can stop and realize that it will put your brake on. I don't know. I was sitting next to Téodor today while we took in some Behind The Music about Janis Joplin and I got this wave of depression and looked at him that way. He didn't notice 'cause he was eating a root beer float, but damn. Even such people as Michael Douglas and Flea are one day gonna not have the choice to wake up again. Damn. Man, this is f. up. I got to get away from this computer. Life is too delicate to sit and type when such as my nucleotides could this very day be on the path to total failure, etc.