but no man could live in the sky. again this country is full of rules.

where the mountain began to rise under its cloak of forest.
neither wholly real nor wholly illusion, had spread over his mind a feeling of intent, yet quiet, comfort.
the world seemed full of expectation, even as the misty veil between him and the forest seemed both to cover and discover sublimities that were without terror and beauties without sensuality; and every now and then a strengthening of the south wind would make a moment's clearess and show him, withdrawn in unexpected depth, remote reaches of the mountain valleys, desolate fields of flowers, the hint of snow beyond. he lay down in the grass.
and over the western mountains there was a delicate mist, so that they had the air of being in another world, though they were not more than a mile away.

I just woke up

I'm working my legs

I'm calling you out i'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
yeah that's it
floodgates open to the sounds of the rainbow
look for the common not superficial
two dimensions dumb your head down
make your dreams out of paper mache
please enjoy
stretched to the limit attention span snap back retract collapse into laugh track
I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing

is much of a muchness

"it was only after dinner that he began to talk connectedly. I wish I could remember it all. this is the most important part of my story"

"so in my dream I saw Drudge and Vertue set out Northwards alone, while John remained with the three pale men."

"I feel like today I discovered fashion"

I hate spiders so much they make me livid with disgust

choppers, just around the bend, famous last words, SO beautiful, full moon, dancing by moonlight