. So I’d like a hot air balloon. Now, I know what you’re thinking: Only villains have hot air balloons, and that is true, but think about it. Only CLASSY villians fly in hot air balloons. And the best part is that there is no cheaper way of having your face plastered on your getaway vehicle than the hot air balloon. With all the money I’ll save, I can afford a top hat, tuxedo, and monocle. Just think about it: One day I’ll rush out of my office and make way to the roof on the fourth floor. Everyone will pour out of my office, looking for me. Where did he go? they’ll ponder. And then, over the horizon, I will sail away with my hands on my hips, laughing like a maniac. My co-workers will shake their fists into the air, cursing my name with promises to get me next time. And I would arrive at work the next day, promptly at 7:45 a.m. .

"The next time you're going to do anything or say anything or buy anything, think it over very carefully. When you're sure you're right, forget the whole thing." He said.

goes the faucet as I lay in swollen sacks of portobello sheets cars pass outside and the shadows shift and change across my plastercine ceiling tiles the mind sees things the way we want it too and we remember our history in such a way to suit our own delusions I move past events around and change the tone of the sub-plots so that in the end I can sleep peacefully knowing it was all your fault and the faucet won't stop but I let it sing me to sleep silence would be worse

drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away...

...a hot air balloon, but instead of a basket they attach an anchor... .

. Bored at work today I started thinking about the time when the sun decides to go nova and engulf it all. Taking with it all the evidence of every life that ever existed here. Every king, every peasant, every rocket maker, every politician, every poet, every critic, every scientist and zealot. All the struggles, all the joys, all the wars, famines, heartbreaks, births, deaths, marriages, every piece of art ever created, every structure we've ever stood in awe of, and all the work days spent counting the hours down. I guess it's all just counting down.... down down down.... until the sun decides it has had enough. I also thought briefly about who would win in a fight between Ash from Evil Dead and Duke Nuke'em. If it was a bare knuckled brawl I'd have to go with Duke since Ash is missing a hand. But if Ash could use his chainsaw hand attachment then he is clearly the favorite. Right? .

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... I am trapped, bored, seeking I will never mention this again ...

...wrote down some lyrics pasted them to the fridge for you to read and maybe breathe as you pack your things words to live by and maybe live by recall when the chips are down like a warm blanket or some warm drink taken to heart and mind find each other-lose each other and that's okay below is the one thing love has taught me: the minute you feel something is yours forever you're doomed .

. Met a girl this weekend. She is nice. Took her out last night, and that was nice too. Woke up today feeling rested. Also nice. Maybe if you line up as many small, good things as you can in as long a row as you can then maybe one day starts to be better than the last. Maybe. .