for some reason the words for today are magic and anarchy

I'm contemplating how a myriad of amazing and beautiful things can be reduced to factors of their individual elements or rudimentary components.. or better yet built up from.. .. what is the composition of the magic that allows the ordinary to transcend to wonderful...
take the mechanical act and nature of sex vs the experience of making love... or colors on canvas.. how can anybody truly look at the amazing thing that is another person with contempt... seems pity would be more appropriate if anything... I don't know I guess there are some real scum out there.. I can't argue that.

Right Friday.... I don't know what I'm up to this weekend tbh... gonna finish watching Top Boy at least.. don't know if any kids are coming or not.. which means they aren't at this point usually.