mood: calm music: 'awake' by black rebel motorcycle club

so i've found a new hobby. it includes lightly tossing airplane-shaped sheets of paper from the summit of an above ground facility. more specifically, my little spot above the neighborhood ralphs.

you know how on windy days you sometimes see birds flying against the wind? they aren't really flying, though. it's more like they're hovering in one spot with their wings spanned out because of that intense wind. that's how i feel right now. like i'm trying to go somewhere even though it seems hopeless. futile yet beautiful. on a related sidenote, it only took me half a dozen tries to get an airplane to do the same thing. you get a certain sense of accomplishment after getting one to do so.

after that last paper airplane, though, i realized that what i was doing ("littering") was, albeit for the sake of "temporal art", illegal. then i realized that since it was after midnite and i haven't had my driver's license for more than a year, that my driving around was pretty illegal too. i also noticed later that night as i was doing a donut in the nearby parking lot of a mervyn's that that was pretty damn illegal as well.

so what do you think? am i enough of a mix between angsty, artsy, and crazy?

---Goei---

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"oww, my sternum..."