Influanced
I am writing tonight as an experiment to see if writing under the influence is a deterrent or a help to the creative flow. You be the judge. I haven’t posted in a while about anything so please forgive me if you were following the chronicle of my fun filled trip to Charleston. It will remain forever a part two that never made it. So I’ll write randomly about the first topics that come to mind.
First, Sadie has a fetish for bringing things onto the porch from the yard and into returning an item in like kind to the yard. Mostly she likes to eat wood. She keeps dragging pieces of raw lumber up and then de-barking them and gnawing to her heart’s content. This leaves what seem to be sparse pieces of drift wood lying on an un-kept shoreline. Eve has an attitude. That is all on that.
I smoked alone tonight which was weird for me because I usually enjoy smoking with others. Maybe I do need to spend more time alone.
Dragoncon is just days away and I foolishly look forward too it hoping that it will be a goodtime. Don’t get me wrong it is fun it’s just that I’m wired in some way that never let’s me enjoy things, at least not as much as I’d like to. Even bonnaroo was not much fun as a whole. But I like to pay too much attention to the part. The moments that, even if only for just a second, everything is perfect. Even though there is no cohesiveness and the center doesn’t hold it was in but a twinklin’ together. Shit was not all apart.
I remember eating an apple in a movie theatre and feeling like an asshole but not really caring at second thought because it was the most delicious apple I had ever eaten. That is the power of good company.
I believe in magic. This is my most powerful weakness.
If...
Who knows?
I sure as hell don’t.
No matter how old I get I still want to get the feeling that I can’t help but laugh in moments when we are all supposed to be quiet. Even if I master it into a light chuckle.
Wow I just read that and It sounded macabre for some reason. It made me think of someone laughing at a funeral. I mean those times that are a good. Wait I still can see some of y’all laughing at a funeral. How jaded have we become. Talk about innocence lost.
-Ahab
First, Sadie has a fetish for bringing things onto the porch from the yard and into returning an item in like kind to the yard. Mostly she likes to eat wood. She keeps dragging pieces of raw lumber up and then de-barking them and gnawing to her heart’s content. This leaves what seem to be sparse pieces of drift wood lying on an un-kept shoreline. Eve has an attitude. That is all on that.
I smoked alone tonight which was weird for me because I usually enjoy smoking with others. Maybe I do need to spend more time alone.
Dragoncon is just days away and I foolishly look forward too it hoping that it will be a goodtime. Don’t get me wrong it is fun it’s just that I’m wired in some way that never let’s me enjoy things, at least not as much as I’d like to. Even bonnaroo was not much fun as a whole. But I like to pay too much attention to the part. The moments that, even if only for just a second, everything is perfect. Even though there is no cohesiveness and the center doesn’t hold it was in but a twinklin’ together. Shit was not all apart.
I remember eating an apple in a movie theatre and feeling like an asshole but not really caring at second thought because it was the most delicious apple I had ever eaten. That is the power of good company.
I believe in magic. This is my most powerful weakness.
If...
Who knows?
I sure as hell don’t.
No matter how old I get I still want to get the feeling that I can’t help but laugh in moments when we are all supposed to be quiet. Even if I master it into a light chuckle.
Wow I just read that and It sounded macabre for some reason. It made me think of someone laughing at a funeral. I mean those times that are a good. Wait I still can see some of y’all laughing at a funeral. How jaded have we become. Talk about innocence lost.
-Ahab