I fixate on things. Habits. The order of things mostly... wake up, put the coffee on, take a shower: wash face, wash hair, soap, shave, lotion, watch an episode of Saved by the Bell ... avoid MTV and that god-awful "Take me away ... a sweet escape" song. I used to fixate on xanga. Yeah, I said that. Deal with it. I fixated on Brian Eno's "Sombre Reptiles" for way too long ... or wait ... yeah, I'm still stuck on that song. Because - well - it's perfectly one of the most perfectly simple perfect songs ever. I fixate on phrases ... you know ... like Donnie Darko. I don't mean that. Well, I mean that I fixate on phrases, but not like Cellar Door. I love the idea of lines right now ... but not cocaine y'all. Circles are way overrated and lines are the quickest route between A and B ... where does a circle get you? Uh, right back where you started. I think the infinite nature of lines is quite frankly the most amazing and terrifying thing. Plus, blood lines ... thanks, Faulkner ... thanks every royal family ever.
Good lord ... I shouldn't have started a blog again.
