October 18, 2003 // 2:04 a.m. For sixty minutes. I understood. I'm not as drunk as i was, but it's still important for me - it's important for me to remember - tonight, i looked in the mirrowr and thought i never looked more beautiful amd knew i'd never felt more existential and made a big deal out of punctuated equilibrioum - sometimes i'm correcting my spedlling mistakes, sometimes i'm not, but i'm counscious of all ov them, i see swear, i am in control of my thought su just nothing else -- < i have never been more drunk. and i have never understood more. i wastn't even that drunk. i'm not that drunk now, i don't know why i sound like i am, dammit, this soundedmore intelligent when i was didscussing with josh fuck that, it did make sense, we spoke of liberation and autonomy, and what matters and what the fuck doesn't, and joshism and laurenism and that's all there is, which really amouths - amounts - to nothing -- evolution - punctuated equilibrium 0 - not punctual tonight i understood, it's 5am and i may never understand again, and my not so inebriated brain can't record it. i swear i understood. i never looked so beautiful. i didn't know who i was. mirror or picutre? it could be 800 speed and i'd still never understand again. i swear, i seawear, i figured out tonight why i woulnd't care why you wouldn't understand, because i did, and for 60 minutes that was all that mattered. it happened. and moments of time - is all... fuck it, i know i sould ridiculous and i'm going to posit post this anyway. it's not that i'll hate mystelf in the morning. i just won't understand in the morning. and that's the worst part of a..ll. i searwear. |