The Obscure

Entropy wins all. I will always remember that line, although the book it was from has gotten lost in an endless haze of forgotten novels. "Lines," as I call them, mean a lot to me; I will think of one line that summarizes hours upon hours of thinking, and I will use it as the framework for an essay or a journal entry or a poem or some other such thing that I do to waste time, and I love doing it, I really do. The idea of how much "Lines" mean to me was brought to my attention by a particularly well-executed one on Becca's site. Although I doubt she has the same methods, her writing skills far surpass my own as far as quality is concerned, so I definitely reccommend her site for regular consumption.
Speaking of consumption, I found a bottle of Vistaril on the side of the road today, and it's expiration date was in 1989. I opened it up and it was one of the most terrifying things I have ever come across, the pills looked like decaying bones and smelled like vinegar.
That's how you know a medication is going bad. The vinegar thing. Never swallow a pill that tastes like vinegar, believe me.

I really don't have a lot of creativity in me tonight, so I think I'm for bed now. thank you all for reading, really. I love each and every one of you, to the best of my ability. Goodnight.