Monday, March 19, 2018

Why does tulip smell like tomato ?

Nobody knows. Fresh, cold tomato. I like it. Are they fucking dying though? I cut the stems and changed the water. Their heads are still hanging.

I have a hard time keeping anything alive.

I don't know why I'm so sleepy. Good God.

I need fresh new things. Looking at... reading about the past is like diving into an old pile of dust- in concept, sometimes. But none of the new stuff excites me. I know this bothers a lot of people.

The certainty of death within a day if I were ever stranded on an island is interesting to think about (briefly). I don't know how to make fire. I can't survive in the wilderness. There is no way. I can't even go camping. Why are people like this now?

I feel like everything is a trade-off now.

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