shika shika

the more i grow, the less I know
and i have lived so many lives though im not old
and the more i see, the less I grow
the fewer the seeds the more I sow

"shika shika," i meditated through three-and-a-half essays, "shika shika," having started halfway between GATT [argh] and IMF.the night before was as bad as i promised myself it'd be, because all nights before history papers are somewhere on the road to suicide.splitting headaches - check; nausea - check; want to skip paper - check; want to drop history - check check check.but i'd expected it all, and times like this are when i think to myself: im already all i'll ever be

"How many people died from the Kama Sutra as opposed to the Bible?" – Frank Zappa

~!@#$%^&*()_+play:
KEANE! :: SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW!
careful :: guster
until the day i die :: story of the year
silver and cold :: a.f.i.
space :: female of the species
broken :: seether featuring amy lee
the way its meant to be :: features
hurdy gurdy man :: donovan
country sad ballad man :: blur
how bizarre :: omc
do you realise [version 2] :: flaming lips
going inside :: john frusciante
sound :: further seems forever
sad and lonely :: secret machines