Put THAT in your memory card and smoke it

May 15, 2007 03:50

I have nothing to say but imagery of drifting wood, forming floatsams that gather on the shore.
This floatsam's wood was ripped from a home on another shore. Home, yet now to a stranger.
A circuit, wreckage, a journey, and then another circuit.
Similar to atomic bonds, fickle and erroneous every minute.

Pointing out my own problems... maybe I feel the need to be deep because I can't find proof that i'm not shallow. And so, I'd like to reassure myself that the proof can be ceated. Sure, I'm insecure of what I want in the long run, but perseverance doesn't exaclty require confidence. But over time, i figure i'll be able  to keep my own references, to which i'll reflect on, laugh a bit, and return to kicking ass. Hah... I can see that, I just feel idle with my course being set to slow & steady.  If Oregon Trail taught me anything, it's to buy craploads of food, set diet to Filling, the speed at a quick pace, and hope for the best.

Okay, when I GameOver in the game of life, we all know what i'd do. My initials would be A.S.S. or  F.K.U. or L.O.L. or  something just so clever. Nah, but it'd be fun nonetheless...
If anything goes wrong in my life at least I know i'll have a nice high score. PJM, on the topmost screen.

tell me if anything at all was done.

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