two cups will never measure up to one cake

i wrote this one a very long time ago.... july 14th 2011. shit man, i feel old.
and then, i got over it. i became a goddess. i built a bridge. i walked across it. i was then, in that time, and in this time.... i was..... i was,  and i still am, OVER IT.


"there was once one cell. and that cell multiplied and divided. a lot.

there was another day. that day just seemed to be filled with more sun. 

the next chunk of time involved the moment in which something happened... people decided that they might get something from each other. something that feels, sounds, tastes... sooo delicious. 

how strange. 

essentially, what has happened is this... i found myself in a situation where the people whom i admire are actually more fucking outer space than myself. "

such a tasty, collective delight.
I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!! to the fucking bitter end!