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the path back to school

I’ve been thinking more and more about going back to school lately. In some ways I’m just getting tired of the day in-day out working life, but I’m also starting to feel like I need to be in a more academic environment again. I feel like I’m stagnating and not having a chance to breathe deeply.

So far the hard part has been trying to decide what to study. I don’t think I really want to study any more computer science, though I could probably manage it ok. I’m leaning towards and electronic music program now. I think that might be just the sort of thing to get my juices going again.

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really old

Monday:

tromping a la monde,
i wait and watch for memories
drifting on the glowing breeze.
the smell of acid rain,
coming down for days
leaves me drooling like a madman
and shouting about the horrors of nuclear power

Monday:

rock and sock free falling
dreams of rabid felines
bring me hope of enemy airliners
taking over the airways.

the walkie talkie man on the radio
doesnt have anything left for me to hear
but i keep on listening anyway
never fear!

i happenstance a chance for rather periodic drops of painful fairy dust sundaes.
and no one’s the wiser through it all.

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Thursday:

I want to give up.
I can’t go on like this. I want to drop everything and run and hide. I don’t care why or how. I just don’t want to be here right now thinking about this.

And where can I go? I’m stuck. Can I walk outside? Sure, I could, but where would I go? Everywhere I go, it chases me. My captor. My enemy. My love.

Thursday:

Can I run away? I’ve done it before and things ended up ok. I want to cry. Haha. There’s no good reason, though. And I’d probably regret it. Ho ho.

I want to make more music. One day a week isn’t enough.

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Saturday:

I run as fast as I can and leap from the edge of a mountain, flapping my arms equipped with false wings and I fly for a moment and see the most wonderous things, and as I start to fall I don’t regret a thing.

These dreams I look to to guide me through my life hold something close to magic.

Saturday:

swimming smiles, floating in the infinite distance, they scream a word, something like my name, but not quite so exact, but it still makes me turn to look and I can’t quite remember later what I see, but I know I can call it irony.

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Monday:

thinking about what the future might hold, my mind keeps racing around and around a short loop. how am i to know?

i would like to be easygoing, but as time goes on i realize i’m really not. so i guess now i should just try to figure out just when and how im not easygoing and notice when one of those times might be happening so i can do what i can to prepare myself and everyone else.

Monday:

i’ve been trying to figure out what it is i might most want from my life. at this point, i feel like i really don’t have any ideas at all. time keeps passing and i meet more people and learn about more things, but i don’t really have a feeling like its all connected together into some master method or whatever.

a friend of mine was trying to figure out what the code of his life should be the other day. it was really vexing him and others around him. i feel like i did a lot of thinking about that sort of thing in college, but maybe i didn’t really accomplish anything…

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Wednesday:

La la la.
Fun for la la all.
Whee go racing down the hill,
and wish we were alone at home.
But only so we could be immersed in a book about fairies and heartbroken fantasies.
Or maybe a tragedy show on television we could tell our friends about later.

Random.