Some people make you want to drink . . . heavily. Not in an alcoholic sense, but in a "sedate me to the point of sleep" kind of way. It wouldn't have to be alcohol, I suppose. Perhaps a Benadryl, Nyquil, or a complete box of chamomile tea. Transcendental meditation should make a reappearance into casual society. Thoughtless awareness. As I type this my neighbors are enjoying the herbal, smoky version of thoughtless awareness. This will be followed by obtrusive, poorly delivered music at high volumes which will drive me to . . . . Perhaps I will just counter with Gorecki or Crumb. My own version of raucous.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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