nonsensical ramblings from my notebook
the value one puts on an object or action is based both on hedonic pleasure and intensity of engagement. - dr e. Tory higgins
Dreams are given to you when you're young enough to dream them before they can do you any harm- dbt
Tearing away layers of uselessness in
order to uncover a layer of potential
genius- without this ritualistic and
repeated action of shaving the
barrier between actual reality
and inner potential, people are
robots of society- automatrons of
beliefs and actions- just as useless as
an unsharpened pencil sitting in a drawer
cattle being counted- herded away- bought and sold- numbered, not named.
Remember a day for all of eternity- just one.
The yellow light shines eerily
through the translucent fog. The
old man glares at it as if it
were the first time has ever been
able to turn his eyes around and
see inside his travelled mind.
the realization is tough (no, difficult)
to take, yet quick to occur. The fog
enveloping him is not only external, he
can feel it deep within his arthritic bones.
those countless occasions be ordered a
pint- searching for a way to understand
his life left him nothing more than excuses
for his unfinished life. As he peers through
the yellow, he wonders if the rising sun
will simply burn him away in a wispy
ascension into the sky along with his new
amorphous lover. One day, he prays.
one day
I will
join you.
its so dark- evil dark- dark as nothing- a vacuum of hatred- no way out- darkness everywhere- it even (sounds dark)- the sound of a pin dark- so dark nothing leaves- nothing happens- to call it black would be too generous- more like black's shadow- inner depths of a drug crazed maniac's bitter intentions- actually stealing character and color away- NOTHING IS THIS DARK
Fast and furious a one stop all inclusive orientation session
Noncommittal double homicide
whoever the killer is;
is walking free tonight
Comfort
tender like a low cloud
descending on my soul
filling my chest
tingling in my belly
out to my arms
breaths become slower deeper
effortlessly closing eyes
but I still see you
corners of my lips stretch
trying to reach my ears
your scent drifts in and out
we can't feel the gentle
touch of each others
fingertips, ombligos, lips
but nothing can stop
the comfort you bring me
when I close my eyes
and hear your voice
Dreams are given to you when you're young enough to dream them before they can do you any harm- dbt
Tearing away layers of uselessness in
order to uncover a layer of potential
genius- without this ritualistic and
repeated action of shaving the
barrier between actual reality
and inner potential, people are
robots of society- automatrons of
beliefs and actions- just as useless as
an unsharpened pencil sitting in a drawer
cattle being counted- herded away- bought and sold- numbered, not named.
Remember a day for all of eternity- just one.
The yellow light shines eerily
through the translucent fog. The
old man glares at it as if it
were the first time has ever been
able to turn his eyes around and
see inside his travelled mind.
the realization is tough (no, difficult)
to take, yet quick to occur. The fog
enveloping him is not only external, he
can feel it deep within his arthritic bones.
those countless occasions be ordered a
pint- searching for a way to understand
his life left him nothing more than excuses
for his unfinished life. As he peers through
the yellow, he wonders if the rising sun
will simply burn him away in a wispy
ascension into the sky along with his new
amorphous lover. One day, he prays.
one day
I will
join you.
its so dark- evil dark- dark as nothing- a vacuum of hatred- no way out- darkness everywhere- it even (sounds dark)- the sound of a pin dark- so dark nothing leaves- nothing happens- to call it black would be too generous- more like black's shadow- inner depths of a drug crazed maniac's bitter intentions- actually stealing character and color away- NOTHING IS THIS DARK
Fast and furious a one stop all inclusive orientation session
Noncommittal double homicide
whoever the killer is;
is walking free tonight
Comfort
tender like a low cloud
descending on my soul
filling my chest
tingling in my belly
out to my arms
breaths become slower deeper
effortlessly closing eyes
but I still see you
corners of my lips stretch
trying to reach my ears
your scent drifts in and out
we can't feel the gentle
touch of each others
fingertips, ombligos, lips
but nothing can stop
the comfort you bring me
when I close my eyes
and hear your voice