crossing the boulevard with a can of grape soda
kevin's got a greasy paper plate with two slices of meat lovers in his hand
the lion on king's cross is looming over us
i wanna be a kid forever

i was born around the century 's corner, where nobody knew what was going on

maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa maïa

conjugation:
maïa bled (past)
maïa bleeds (present)
maïa will bleed (future)

went to hell for a field trip and the leaves of the trees were golden red and brown just like here on earth. the seasons must change down there too. wonder what summer's like

after lunch josh wanted to take a group photo of all of us for his media arts assignment. we thought it'd be a good idea to go to the parking lot so we could hop in his car and turn the invisibility setting on so we could take a cool levitation pic. but realized we didn't have a tripod to take the photo with. we took a chance by resting the school's expensive DSLR on the hood of rayhaan's car (cause rayhaan wouldn't mind, even though he'd never find out) and it surprisingly turned out well!

i hope i pass my driver's test and i hope my parents get me a car with invisibility that'd be so ill

"Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum."
—Vincent van Gogh in Letter to Theo van Gogh, 21 July 1882

lately i'm beginning to think i was put on this world to make art. or something weird like that. there's no way i'm supposed to just live and work and then die. i want to create something that'll be around long after i'm gone. but maybe that's narcissism?

on another note it's kind of crazy that everyone farts