sometimes i think i'm clever...then i realize i was just sitting on a wet spot.

i usually have a cup of coffee in the morning, along with a cigarrette. more cliched, it couldn't be, i know, but surprisingly enough, it provides that sense of comfort that only cliches can bring. the same goes for the sardonic smile and the skeptical glance. i'm not wearing a black turtleneck and a white belt but i guess i might as well be.

i don't practice the things i should nearly enough, such as tennis or religion, but i often think of these things. the happy medium, it's nearly impossible to obtain and frighteningly so much like complacence that i don't really even know if i want it. so i guess i'll do the same thing i often do, which is continue to sit and ponder whether marcel duchamp really had it figured out or if he was just making it up as he went, knowing that all they really wanted was a reason to question.