mm, so my brother's been keeping jason mraz's "lucky" on loop for two weeks now and im pretty damn sure this is the 753rd time ive heard it. my mom caught me humming it today while we were out. this song, its getting into my bones. like toxic fumes, killing me, slowly.
you know, lately ive been thinking of writing a little book, a long story. but i never got around crafting the start, and im terrible at writing endings. because, no one really knows when's a start of anything till it ends, or if something ever really started or ended. and neither does anyone want to just read about things in the middle because they go nowhere; just aimless; so pointless.
people, they like to know how things turn out in the end. but if they did already, then how else would kerouac's sal paradise and dean moriarty to have all the kick-ass fun they had on the road? it's the middle part that's really mindblowing. mindblowingly pointless.
if i were to write my little long tale, it'll just be mindblowingly pointless good parts all the way. with no sensible start and ending, because every end is the beginning of something, new.
on a random note, am i slow to notice or are facebook quizzes taking over the world?
on an even more random note, i really like rilakkuma.
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