so peaceful so sublime

so this has been a wonderful week.

i'm still majorly sleep deprived but you know, i can live with that.

i think i'm getting the hang of this 8 class destruction thing. it may even work out--i like most of my classes--and the ones i don't like i don't also hate--i like most of the teachers--i like the people and the faces i see everyday

now there is a whole system refreshening itself--an oddly peaceful and and joyful air fell over my wasteful days--i seem to like where i am and who i am with--all the people that i see smile in the rush between classes and skipping some just to hang out and have some coffee to talk about fyodor--you know, the right people comes once you are the right person--you need to realize yourself before you realize others--that type of thing and all

see what else--oh had a wonderful conversation with a good friend today--one of a gentle mind like some of my kind--the kind of conversation that i used to have with my comrade in name (whom i dearly miss and loathe the french for taking her away)-- anyways and we unveiled some of the mysteries of the world. such like the desire to love the crooked broken screwed up types not because we love the dysfunction too much but we just love ourselves too much and in that desire is actually just the desire to be able to fix the broken man--i think it was fyodor once who said women can't love but despotically--that sort of reassurance in our mightiness is necessary to go on in life. so we pick up challenges along the way.

lemme see-other than that, we talked about fyodor--about the desire to share--about free will and the snowball effect--about how books are like albums and all that. it was a good way to spend 2 hours

oh and i am finally done with book of dreams and i admit it was rough, me and jack--we kept each other at arms length this time, just to be on the safe side--and he was a bit more wilder than before, with the entire book being just a collection of his dreams (the man has one helluva subconsciousness, freud would have been proud)-but anyways, if you get past that it was the good old jack "ornamenting this world with his sincerity", and along the way with gems like this one--

"--the futility of the Bohemian decider and undecider trying to find hedonistic formulas to happiness in an ascetic ball of globe covered with unhappiness."

so there you go children. and before i take my leave i will leave you with one more jewel--this song, man, this song--you know, how dylan thomas said a good poem changes and completes the world (or something like that), well this song proves his point. yes, the world must have been so crooked and failed and wrong and disappointing and broken and imperfect before this song came along--yes it is that good of a song and if you can't see that than i'm sorry--not in a condescending way,no, never---but in a heartfelt way because if you could only see the beauty of this like i see it--well, i can't really explain that feeling but i do hope and wish you could feel it too

be well.




ps: this version is bit too dreary too much breaks if you ask me--make sure to check out the album version. do it!