well i refined the think/tank degenerate
in a pained yet naturelle disguise in the forest of black Rimbaud
washed in the rivers with the iron grate of Rimbaud
demi/speed in the changing hosts of the will to lead
in the water / washed in the chorus of rivers

past the heating vent in a cascading impulse like every hair of Magritte

Today was a crazy day. I almost refrained from writing a journal today but I had to when I remembered what happened this morning.

Well I did watch SOMEONE this morning. She i think is a loser. Because she looks so confused alone. I watched her from above. I watched for a long time.
I was already having a bad morning because we had a bus drill, which are by default humiliating.

This is long but read it for it will enlighten you.

There is much to say and yet we are strangers and we have no history.
Forewarning: even though if anyone I know finds this, they will figure it out instantly, I will use initials anyway. Because I am so paranoid as it is.

Firstly, jeff is my new best friend since I have been trying to join this site for a long, long time.
And I think they might have put this message up for me:

If you are not getting confirmation e-mails from Oasis to complete your membership, don't hesitate to e-mail jeff at oasismag dot com