emily jones

its like a constant check & effort. substanciation is such a burden. im sick of consumption. i dont want what i dont need.

i did something i told myself i would never do. i might hate it here right now at this very moment. that kind of scares me. that, & all this arm business lately. this bullshit business. hands are interesting so that was good. balance. little flows through me but i feel like everything is & does i feel like im missing something some important part some connection or spark im sinking in so much there is so much sometimes.

your feature presentation with continue after a brief intermission…

i want it at the strangest
& it still hasnt come yet

has it been washed but not cleaned? or cleaned but not washed? maybe just wet. i like that they both garden. is doing something you are not proud of worth doing it at all? is it bad that i like that feeling when i wake up? i have not had dead animal in my body for almost three months now. i want to live like the danes. i want what they have: not having; security, positiveness, close relationships, realistic expectations, less stress, the right to not be talked to, little national turmoil, free school, free health care…i want to live in a dadaist setting too, serenity, tranquility, pureness, simplicity, naturalism. & the sushi thing is still bothering me–all i did was smile, but he was right: the eel & shrimp probably did have lead in it & even though you say you dont care if you get diseases as long as you dont get fat, what i really wanted to say was that the white rice is a simple carbohydrate & doesnt do anything for your body so it will most likely turn into fat.

i never knew that i would be yelled at so much when i moved away from home

“know thyself. nothing in excess” from the maxims in the sanctuary of the sun god, apollo, at delphi, greece (center of the earth & universe?)