Tell me what you see. A pretty butterfly.
Honestly? Tell me what you see.
A dog with its head split open.
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Watchmen isn't mind-blowing, it's mind-blasting. HA HA
The graphic novel is a delightful surprise, a definite change from the usual preferred Archie comics. I know I'll be disappointed with the movie but I'm gonna take my chances with it anyway. Hell, it doesn't come out for awhile anyway.
Last night I slept with swollen, watery eyes and a nose that couldn't breathe. The feeling, all too familiar, was actually very unfamiliar. Despite the overused dramatics, there was a sense of sensibility to the whole affair and although I was hurting, I was unusually calm. I fought for it, like anyone would, I suppose. Turns out I wasn't fighting an invisible opponent, which to my relief, made me feel anything but pathetic.
They say love is abstract, vague, ambiguous, intangible, indefinable...I've joined the bandwagon on that one. I used to think I knew what it was, by feeling it. Now, it's as though time and experience has shown me that I'm not as knowledgeable as I'd like to think. Maybe there's no such thing. I'm not being a downer, but seriously, which moron came up with the word anyway? No one even knows what it really is. It's just a four letter word people place too much hope and promise in. It's all misguided. Life would be much simpler if that word didn't exist. I didn't drink any Hateorade this morning, I swear. It's a well-thought out conclusion I've arrived at based on much deliberation with me, myself, and I.
I went today because that's what I wanted. Did I need to? I somehow convinced myself that I really did. But, no lie, it's just what I wanted. Maybe I am a tad bit spoiled in this regard, but can you blame me? In any case, I'm glad I got what I wanted and I'm ready to act out accordingly. I think I've given up on the idea of a promise. Promises complicate matters. And we've all heard it many times before - "don't make a promise you can't keep." yeah, seriously.
I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, and I still continue to make stupid decisions daily. I don't regret much. None of this is real. We're all just people that have been thrown into this glass ball waiting to shatter.
No, I don't secretly cut myself at night. Kind of just free writing at the mo'. Not sure what I'm really rambling on about...this is probably a bad mix of writer's constipation avec diarrhea.
I just hope that I'm doing the more important things right.
goodnight ladies & gents
A dog with its head split open.
- - -
Watchmen isn't mind-blowing, it's mind-blasting. HA HA
The graphic novel is a delightful surprise, a definite change from the usual preferred Archie comics. I know I'll be disappointed with the movie but I'm gonna take my chances with it anyway. Hell, it doesn't come out for awhile anyway.
Last night I slept with swollen, watery eyes and a nose that couldn't breathe. The feeling, all too familiar, was actually very unfamiliar. Despite the overused dramatics, there was a sense of sensibility to the whole affair and although I was hurting, I was unusually calm. I fought for it, like anyone would, I suppose. Turns out I wasn't fighting an invisible opponent, which to my relief, made me feel anything but pathetic.
They say love is abstract, vague, ambiguous, intangible, indefinable...I've joined the bandwagon on that one. I used to think I knew what it was, by feeling it. Now, it's as though time and experience has shown me that I'm not as knowledgeable as I'd like to think. Maybe there's no such thing. I'm not being a downer, but seriously, which moron came up with the word anyway? No one even knows what it really is. It's just a four letter word people place too much hope and promise in. It's all misguided. Life would be much simpler if that word didn't exist. I didn't drink any Hateorade this morning, I swear. It's a well-thought out conclusion I've arrived at based on much deliberation with me, myself, and I.
I went today because that's what I wanted. Did I need to? I somehow convinced myself that I really did. But, no lie, it's just what I wanted. Maybe I am a tad bit spoiled in this regard, but can you blame me? In any case, I'm glad I got what I wanted and I'm ready to act out accordingly. I think I've given up on the idea of a promise. Promises complicate matters. And we've all heard it many times before - "don't make a promise you can't keep." yeah, seriously.
I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, and I still continue to make stupid decisions daily. I don't regret much. None of this is real. We're all just people that have been thrown into this glass ball waiting to shatter.
No, I don't secretly cut myself at night. Kind of just free writing at the mo'. Not sure what I'm really rambling on about...this is probably a bad mix of writer's constipation avec diarrhea.
I just hope that I'm doing the more important things right.
goodnight ladies & gents