i forgot what its like to hear an amazing album for the first time

2003-02-14, 9:06 p.m.

some assembly lines have been worn out by all the repetition, broken heart and metallic arms that have made a million somethings in the exact same way.

some people may stand in the shower, contemplating the absolute honesty of being exposed, and shut off for a time in presupposed solitude.

somewhere, a man is letting his cigarrette burn down to his fingers, looking out into an exquisite design of red and green, and yellow and white, and deep black piled on deep black.

knowing what it feels like to find yourself right, being easily replaced in the expanses of anothers heart, when you used to say it to feel comforted that everyone will be fine when you disappoint them. not a sad thing, just a sort of organinzing of facts and fiction, picking truth from inferiority complex.

happy valentines day to anyone i've ever met. happy valentines day to the man watching snow drifts, or the woman who sighs as her eyes open in the morning. no person should ever feel disconnected as they are impossible close in the greater consciousness, no matter what you call it.