The Atlantic Was Born Today.

[paulentino]

This whole blogging thing is getting too tedious. Slowly withering away in its evolution of what it is, what it will turn out to be, and what it used to be, all in the deepest subconcious of my mind. So I haven't told many people yet about my so-called "Activist" movement. Yes... activist. A movement that is surely haunting me at the moment. There is some hope left for my future, some, but i'm afraid if the whole is too small for the ball I throw, then this will be the end... The end of my life. The end of my evolution of thought. The end of the world.

Maybe I can get away with murder, maybe I can be some sort of bounty hunter... an assasin. Oh what a dream, a dream of dreams. A dream for another day, maybe, if I decide to pump my ethics full of lead, and let go of my being inept. For this summer, I'll work on first priority. Maybe I've been so liberated that I am too controversial, too free spirited in my thought. This doesn't mix quite well you know... being sociably obliged to the world around me, but free of obligation in my mind. My body blurts things out before it reasons with my mind, and sometimes, I fall off a ledge, I wander too far.

This concept -- the weight of the world crushing down on my unprepared frame -- is repeated so much, it just becomes meaningless.