It is a good morning for musing. Work. Art. My art. My next living space. The crazy thing we call a Universe and everything. It's one of those days where you think to yourself that no matter how messed up things are financially and relationally that the poets you've been bashing are right: the world is a rather sunny place when you realize that the clouds are only temporary.
And then, after a thought like that I want to puke for the saccharine sweetness of the thought. I think that this is what ambivalence must really be about. It is the war inside yourself between what you hope to be and what you are.
I'd like to muse more but I think that one sentance said it all.
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