Making good on promises
So.
Long time.
Feel out of practice.
Let's go with a train-of-thought, flow of consciousness....thing. Shall we?
We shall. Go, Brain, Go!
And I'm stuck already.
My brain doesn't work.
Sometimes for days.
Some mornings just...
Put me in a tailspin.
(That was a great show)
((Remember Balloo!!??))
ANYWAYS
So living in this delusional, although pleasant, fantasy land has its ups and downs.
Okay, so I can only think of the downsides.
Doesn't mean there's no silver lining.
But don't you dare go parading in my rain.
Hooray for mild ambiguity!
I want to fight a shark.
I bet that's the cure for cancer.
So I slept through class this morning.
Not really, though. I woke up three hours before it started, and just....
watched the clock grind out the hours. Didn't get up 'til noon.
Caught in a tailspin.
Burning up on re-entry.
At 666,000 mph.
I hate your book.
No I don't.
You just ruined it for me.
Got me naming all the characters after people I know.
(You're not Spook-y to me)
I'd hate to grow up into any one of those poor, miserable bastards.
Maybe I'll eat a fire extinguisher.
Why do you want me to read books?
(I'm a project, or an experiment, or a curiosity, aren't I?)
Ignore that. But I'm not deleting it. This is MY journal. Fuck you.
Ignore that, too.
So yeah. Big ball of crazy. Just like a girl.
Super threatening.
But I'm getting tired of playing the villain.
I don't know how relevant that is.
But it's true.
I also start a lot of sentences with conjunctions.
I can be all eloquent...and stuff.
I desperately need a future.
Some legitimate vision of my next decade or so.
Something realistic, not some pipe dream.
Something I can chase and capture.
But something that will satisfy.
And not leave me yearning for the road not taken.
Ever feel like that?
Like all the perfect, happy little scenarios you've picked out for life just can't happen?
Or if they could happen, they just won't do?
That
Is the trick with ambition, I think.
Not enough, and you drown in the gutters.
Too much, and you shoot for the stars and get lost in space.
Space cadet, pull out.
~JoePete
P.S. I have a favorite word. Try and guess it. I dare you. Double-dog.
P.P.S. Who the hell guesses "Zeitgeist" with clues "it ends in 't' and it's not english?"
Long time.
Feel out of practice.
Let's go with a train-of-thought, flow of consciousness....thing. Shall we?
We shall. Go, Brain, Go!
And I'm stuck already.
My brain doesn't work.
Sometimes for days.
Some mornings just...
Put me in a tailspin.
(That was a great show)
((Remember Balloo!!??))
ANYWAYS
So living in this delusional, although pleasant, fantasy land has its ups and downs.
Okay, so I can only think of the downsides.
Doesn't mean there's no silver lining.
But don't you dare go parading in my rain.
Hooray for mild ambiguity!
I want to fight a shark.
I bet that's the cure for cancer.
So I slept through class this morning.
Not really, though. I woke up three hours before it started, and just....
watched the clock grind out the hours. Didn't get up 'til noon.
Caught in a tailspin.
Burning up on re-entry.
At 666,000 mph.
I hate your book.
No I don't.
You just ruined it for me.
Got me naming all the characters after people I know.
(You're not Spook-y to me)
I'd hate to grow up into any one of those poor, miserable bastards.
Maybe I'll eat a fire extinguisher.
Why do you want me to read books?
(I'm a project, or an experiment, or a curiosity, aren't I?)
Ignore that. But I'm not deleting it. This is MY journal. Fuck you.
Ignore that, too.
So yeah. Big ball of crazy. Just like a girl.
Super threatening.
But I'm getting tired of playing the villain.
I don't know how relevant that is.
But it's true.
I also start a lot of sentences with conjunctions.
I can be all eloquent...and stuff.
I desperately need a future.
Some legitimate vision of my next decade or so.
Something realistic, not some pipe dream.
Something I can chase and capture.
But something that will satisfy.
And not leave me yearning for the road not taken.
Ever feel like that?
Like all the perfect, happy little scenarios you've picked out for life just can't happen?
Or if they could happen, they just won't do?
That
Is the trick with ambition, I think.
Not enough, and you drown in the gutters.
Too much, and you shoot for the stars and get lost in space.
Space cadet, pull out.
~JoePete
P.S. I have a favorite word. Try and guess it. I dare you. Double-dog.
P.P.S. Who the hell guesses "Zeitgeist" with clues "it ends in 't' and it's not english?"