1. The word Sapraemic. It's gorgeous, why? I have no clue. It stems from a latin root which denotes decay. Sapraemic is used as an adjective to denote the process of decaying. I find something in it's use to be...romantic. A sapraemic soul, or mindset, a sapraemic country. A sapraemic emotion. It's a nice image. I found the word in some huge English dictionary and haven't seen it since. Though, I may have the meaning all wrong...if I do...don't let me know, in this case ignorance is bliss.
2. Crack whores. What about them is so damn hot? I don't know...for a few years now, I've found them hot. Not actual junkie crack whores who sell their bodies and soul, but the whole...fashion behind being a crack whore. The short hair, the lack of make-up (or extreme excess, which I do not like), the raggedy clothing. Something about it all just fits together nice. Like Hippy chicks. And like that whole fashion behind over-sized flannel t-shirts and skinny jeans and stuff, whatever that's called, I love it.
3. Oh shit...My birthday is in...22 hours and 59 Minutes...I want a camera, a really really nice camera. But I don't think I'll ask for it. I didn't ask for anything last year either...but my parents bought me a cake. A pink cake. A pink cake with ribbons on it. A pink cake with pink ribbons on it and pink frosting and little glittery things. Then they made me take pictures with it...
4. You know how restaurants and things always have the Soup of the Day, or the Drink of the Day, or the Sausage Roll with Zucchini of the Day? They should have a Something of Eternity. Just for the novelty of it. I would by it simply by merit of its name. Think...wouldn't you by The Taco of Eternity? Italicized and everything.
5. There was a sentence in Albert Camus' The Plague...I can't remember the exact words. It was on the bottom of page 68 in my copy. "Thus, in a middle course between these heights and depths, they drifted through life rather than lived, the prey of aimless days and sterile memories, like wandering shadows that could have acquired substance only by consenting to root themselves in the solid earth of their distress." Thank you Google. Camus is my favorite author, alongside Hesse, Goethe, and Tagore.
6. Speaking of Tagore: "I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power, but I am one with the creatures they crush." I believe it's from Strange Birds.
7. Serial Killers should be forced into eating chocolate and giving hugs. It would be therapeutic.
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