This Alone

All I can do is change the way I feel about myself.

Is worth posting an entire blog post to:

Wow, lovely.
Music For Doing Drugs To

Black cats are just so cool. I just adore cats. Omg, but I do so love dogs, too. Today I saw such cute, cute dogs. A longish-haired Dalmatian puppy, with the sweetest, softest disposition ever. Omg, such incredibly sweet dogs. I think dogs have gotten better than when I remember them as a younger adult and kid. Can that be? Are dogs better and people worse? Can that be? Cats have always been amazing.

Been enjoying this. Everything’s good. 🙂

I’d like to be in a band where everybody is fucking everybody and everyone gets upset about it.

This afternoon (Sunday), early – like around 1pm, I sat outside in the warm air. Crystaline blue sky; bright green, stiff-with-life leaves.

When everything’s miserable, the light keeps shining – keeps rising and rolling of its own natural force. I didn’t stop because I was depressed, it was because I had experienced enough and needed to stop and rest and, most important to me: reflect. And sometimes that’s boring. And when it gets boring enough, you stop resting and you need more action, more “life”. From there, you start having experience by default; and so, the cycle continues – as do ALL the cycles associated to it and within it. Just keeps going on and on – as they say. Sweet hell.

I can’t wait to be happy and doing drugs. I love doing drugs, folks. It’s not so easy being amazing.

Author: Jen Crow

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