October 19, 2003
Pains, but they're only psychological. White flags. My eyes are swollen, I can't help it. The aftertaste of chocolate. Long days and misunderstandings. Harmonies and circles. Lights and mysteries. That's all there is. Everything feels like the fourth dimension. You will go down underwater, and you won't be coming up again. Orchestral melancholy. It hurts, but it sounds prettier than you'd guess. Keep blinking. Sit up straight. Don't slouch. If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands. I don't mean any of it. I don't mean anything. Wait until the sun sets. I'm only feeling sorry for myself.