crow(n)ding.

i’d like to think this day is not the masterpiece of all wrong days existing. already spilled my morning coffee-fascinating new contemporary coffee art on my clothes, the surrealists would surely apreciate it as not to abstract for their tastes-already some idiot picked one of my headsets trying to distract me while walking on the street, already missed two philosophy classes.  crowding ideas while crowning this day, under some  english weather draft.