Pre-November Doom and Gloom

Math class free periods are pretty dull when there's nobody to talk to. And I quote:

why the hell why can't you all just never always
I'm not well acquainted with this cheery cheerful banter
banter is a closed door. I ramble and wander through the hallways looking for a way out of this goddamned bastard house there has to be a way something out there there has to
some people I think maybe have found it
but they're not telling. lots of reasons.
why why why and the hands my hand isn't there or not yet all pushing helping lifting reaching and music the music
November has truth more pure and fine and cold. August has memories.
ow ow ow my arm fucker shut it hurts
no way this can last forever but can any thing
your eyes your eyes -- veiled but I feel them faintly
it knows too much and I know too little
damn

you're a walker or a mocker

can I be both and neither?

I never want to leave this love

but I do want to leave this world

I guess that makes me pretty stupid not knowing after all my hair is everywhere

dandelion haloes

Oh, and if my recurring bursts of enthusiasm for Chopin nocturnes has led you to wonder what exactly I've been going on about, you might like to check out the one I'm playing this year at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MzrAGZHDvo.

The hands will be back.