it isn't easy to turn barry bonds into a cyclops
i can't help this feeling feeling.
i don't fumble around with things anymore. i pick things up and i do them or i don't. and more often than often, i finish things, which is relatively new to me.
and yet, here i am. i'm hanging out, whatever. and i'm reminded about something a friend said recently: everything is so much better when there's that feeling of tension around you. there's so many women out there, guys. like you wouldn't believe. and i may have made this point before, but they are a sight when they smile.
i picture myself in a week or a month or a year, and i can do this while simultaneously picturing a thousand different surroundings. it is uncanny.
i've been forcingish myself to write here, which i think is good. it has been a few winks since i've put papers to pens, which is regrettable. (i ran into an old friend this eve-en-ing and i smile at things that once fed me) i don't remember what my voice sounded like when i last did this sort of thing, and i think it would be a number of things to dig up sources that could elucidate it. maybe i'll just work at it from scratch. i'm in a house right now with a lot of pencils.
and so here i am and i can feel it in the tips of my fingers. my fingers, which, uhm, are getting a little more callous each day. so that's awesome. and there it is. and there's no rotten air, the skin on my face feels fine. poetry ain't always the answer. but there it is. my unfinished business.
if we all made a list of the greatest phrases in our language, i would fight for 'when i paint my masterpiece.'
just now, when i went and clicked on the 'subject' field of this here screen, one of the previously typed suggestions was 'the crying princess is a free agent.' i'm going to type that again, set aside from other things:
the crying princess is a free agent.
this should also be on that list of phrases. i have no memory of inventing it, but let the internets know: 'twas i, Zachary Dan Throop, and no other, who combined such disparate words into such unique beauty.
i'm going to continue working on all of these things which sit in front of me and all around me. when did it get so late?
i don't fumble around with things anymore. i pick things up and i do them or i don't. and more often than often, i finish things, which is relatively new to me.
and yet, here i am. i'm hanging out, whatever. and i'm reminded about something a friend said recently: everything is so much better when there's that feeling of tension around you. there's so many women out there, guys. like you wouldn't believe. and i may have made this point before, but they are a sight when they smile.
i picture myself in a week or a month or a year, and i can do this while simultaneously picturing a thousand different surroundings. it is uncanny.
i've been forcingish myself to write here, which i think is good. it has been a few winks since i've put papers to pens, which is regrettable. (i ran into an old friend this eve-en-ing and i smile at things that once fed me) i don't remember what my voice sounded like when i last did this sort of thing, and i think it would be a number of things to dig up sources that could elucidate it. maybe i'll just work at it from scratch. i'm in a house right now with a lot of pencils.
and so here i am and i can feel it in the tips of my fingers. my fingers, which, uhm, are getting a little more callous each day. so that's awesome. and there it is. and there's no rotten air, the skin on my face feels fine. poetry ain't always the answer. but there it is. my unfinished business.
if we all made a list of the greatest phrases in our language, i would fight for 'when i paint my masterpiece.'
just now, when i went and clicked on the 'subject' field of this here screen, one of the previously typed suggestions was 'the crying princess is a free agent.' i'm going to type that again, set aside from other things:
the crying princess is a free agent.
this should also be on that list of phrases. i have no memory of inventing it, but let the internets know: 'twas i, Zachary Dan Throop, and no other, who combined such disparate words into such unique beauty.
i'm going to continue working on all of these things which sit in front of me and all around me. when did it get so late?