thr3e; a memoir of reasoning resolve, belated &outdated

the ghost; a young misses of past relations rekindled for such a brevity period of time in the present and now past, yet again. the young madamoiselle is a wonderful one, i must admit full-heartedly in all truth, yet with quite a few flaws as we all possess even though in our event of demise deny such imperfections.
she has this great friend of hers that, as she claims it, treats her like shit and abuses her generosity and willingness to sacrifice her health and good will for her great friend. blahblahblah. i have attempted to make the connection // correlation to her on many occations in the past fleeting weeks yet they flew over her head much like the one who `scaped the coockoo's nest. and the solution is as simple:

t r e a t _ o t h e r s _ a s _ o n e _ w o u l d _ e n d e a r _ t o _ b e _ t r e a t e d.

what? that is simple; treat me as she treats you and the vicious cycle continues onward in the downard spiral with no recovery nor respiteful sojourn of peaceful joy. and the aforementioned instance of relations and company kept my hanging head lower and lower `til they dragged lower than the very ground in which my feet support this bi-pedal countenance that all too often is found lying on the ground weeping-- yet naught nor more these days since absolution of resolution has been had!

this ghost and this little one have no godforsakenfuckingfuture. we are all waiting and what are we waiting for? one has become determined in the history of this week to wait no more. to live and put others before one's own health and prosperity. all i do now is for moi and all else is collateral cannon fodder, fuckers. take a number and wait your turn in the line. cutting places will not be tolerated and you will be forcibly removed from my presence if such a case is made present in my presence. 'forever celebate starting tomorrow,' he had said and now i follow suit shortly after the message is interpretted &nd applied to one's own situation.

and as for the two paragraphs following the surmised note; i simply was horridly under the weather and looking for an outlet and seemed to find it in avoidance and anxiety of sleep. i slept for quite a few hours in addition to the recommended dose for daily health maintained.

errata data & further notes of mentioning;
a lot of the.Decemberists // colin meloy has been endeared to thine ears and i do intend to pursue ever more of the material as it strikes a note with my heartstrings that is rarely achieved `nor enjoyed to such a variable degree. a highly anticipated recommendation is indeed to be had and delivered, i do pray you listen and explore & allow growth. let. the. infection. spread.
some secrets are meant to be kept like secrets ¬ shared-- i am beginning to dislike post-secret due to growing popularity of disclosing information that should be kept to only a few minds- ah! the demogogues of tomorrow i suppose one might be able to proclaim these procurrors as, yes? i do indeed agree!

the goose &its Captain have been chasing me madly &frivolously lately and i have given in, much as adema had with their debut single. i am looking with my eyes sewn shut with sleep and by lame perchance one may, just might, stumble into greatness as since time has proven to be my own successful way.

add. ; postponed . . .

quite frightful it is that this little one has had an obtuse lacking of dilligent time to be spent creating such gloriously hideous oddities for no one to meander and ponder upon for the lengthening hours of the wee morning.

quite frightful that truth indeed has become. rest assured, one shall have something of sustenance to speak of soon yet first one must be on his little way down the road to the warehouse to deliver the morning news of yesterday and such. time to be a man of men among rabid simpletons.

adieu,
-imo.