Monday, March 22, 2010
Touch the Sun
I'm gonna touch the
I'm gonna touch the sun
I'm gonna touch the
I'm gonna touch the sun
Why can't it stop from
Running away from me
Why is it running away
Breaking my eyes by
Breaking by looking at you
Is it so hard
Why is it so hard to
Do you remember
Something that I still do
Hmm can you guess what I drew
Sunday, March 21, 2010
On the 'L'
Last week I was standing on the 'L' station. Gentleman comes up to me and asks how to get to the club Berlin. I go: "Well first off you gotta switch from the pink line to the brown one..."
Saturday, March 20, 2010
"Hm-kay"
There is something about you. The way you say "hm-kay" and open your mouth chewing a gum while giving a lecture is hard to ignore. I might be over thinking, but I suspect that you know that I'm not indifferent towards you when you look me in the eye explaining some concept. You look me in the eye longer than anyone else. Sometimes you smile and then suddenly burst into laughter after saying something you shoudn't have said in front of those 18 years old - perhaps you just forgot there's more than just us in the room. So what I do is come up with some stupid question to have an excuse to talk to you after the class. Is that sun shining on your face through the trees? Or is it my subjective reality?
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