oh, renoir

the semen smell of bisquick.

in the limbo state. in the time of year i would usually be concerned with settling down. but now i'm leaving. it is with this midset mindset that i pursue the months, forgetting the past (which can be forgotten) and forgetting the future (which cannot be forgotten). only present, only presence of mind, only awareness of being a bum feelings. (all of this, of course, being impossible.) but to attain as close i can to the preconceived idea i have of spontaneity. an anomalous time.