no more drama. no more fighting. i don’t like getting worked up.
been thinking a lot today about yeasayer lyrics. “your lows will have their compliment of highs” finding out this is true. however, also finding the opposite true. i am experiencing some highs, but also seeing that it is almost impossible to please everyone at the same time. i have an irrational fear of upsetting other people.must find some way to get over it in oder to lead a...
“but things got deadly serious when the two dozen bloodied, tattered, undead wandered down 23rd St. nw and tried to cross the street to invade the lincoln memorial. “who is the organizer here?” the u.s. park police’s sgt. david schlosser demanded to know. he was met by silence; one zombie chewed on her sleeve.”
facts of momentum part 1
“cart 1 moving at 1m/s collides with cart 2 which is at rest. the carts “couple” together after the collision and move with the same velocity. this is a completely inelastic collision, what is the final velocity of the two carts?”
i was very cautious what’d you say, hey there would you like to see me often? though you dont need to see me often cause i’d like to see you often, though i dont need to see you often
external auditory canal
though the heightened sensation of hope came around, the new day brings the same old feeling lost and found, but never gained again.
La nuit, mes yeux t’eclairent
i can’t seem to put together a post that really sounds like me. i started one about comparing the state of my life right now to rococo art and it turned out entirely too serious and depressing. In know way do i really want to turn my life into some kind of visual analysis art history paper. here’s a sample of what i was doing: “im not sure if its the beauty that i am starting...