Friday, November 12, 2010

Burning eyes, the burnt rolled cigarette butts, and a pining to burn through the weekend. It's always interesting seeing where one branches out to, against the options available right before that instant (for me that instance would probably be an absolute confirmation/denial from Chandresh). Remember the Many-Worlds? The present possibilities look fruitful; even the present dejections seem productive. It's a simple equation - if I'm not on the road, either biking or biking, then I'm exploring the beaches; if not that, then I'm entering into the fictional world of Goncharov; if that gets a miss there's the terminal.

Time to write something long. Let me burn first.

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