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Monday, March 29, 2010

there are still mad hatters to invite.

so here I am, cold and alone in the room of my judgement. In here stands the epitome of what I've been studying for. And I hate it. Ambivalence prevails. Horrid, sloppy, cheap. The time I've spent does not hold when seen up close. This should have been done in 2 days, It's taken me a week, and life is running short.
Meditation, comfort, 120 flights short of revelations but still in understanding. Closest to conflict I've ever been and yet still holding ground. Academic oblivion is on the brink, but we must not give in like Artaz from that movie. You know the one. Where Atreyu perseveres, because soon he will realize that life will always go on, and to give in so early would only be sad and pointless. And heart-wrenching.
So I remain in this room, with my make believe yellow wallpaper, and I'll screw on. Each hour that goes by I wish I had it this entire time, but in not having it I should be thankful. 2 semesters on the edge of snapping would stress my joints too fully.

And will anyone see it? Will anyone care or understand? Will you? or you? Im sure YOU will, and Im sure that YOU wont. But like I told the ET, its not for school. Its for me, and it happens to come with the perk of fulfilling a requirement. That reminds me...

1 comment:

Matthew Ostapchuk said...

here is a room of judgement: the walls are yes. here is a room of judgement: the walls are eyes! HERE is the ROOM of judgement!

the probelm is the room's sloppy lips. the problem is the way that it surrounds you, and whispers all the time. the problem is the room's eyes. the prolem is the JUDGEMENT OF THE ROOM. Look, I understand the meatophorical implications of judgement and eyes. we talk about irises and lashes when we talk about kaledoscopes and whips. we talk about pleasant days and moments of you.

i wish it could be about the people down the street, or the people hanging on the cloud up there. somebody could drop a sandal or a harp, and poke out an eye. do you see that happeneing?

the judgment's room. how many doors? is it unlocked?