I came, I saw, I wrote
I wrote this earlier today...
"Why do humans thrive on misfortune? Over the course of a few months I have used this...writing? as a way to vent my many grievances with the world and my surroundings which in retrospect may not be all that bad....but I miss having a fire under my ass forcing me to flee to the, the typewriter I sit before. I’m sure if I dig deep enough I can find something, yet maybe I am turning into one of those happy vented people that only spontaneously combust on occasion.
Getting further to or away from the point...flat out... I somehow seem to live these wild tales that require a long lengthy and detailed story of my previous engagements. I don’t have the patience to write my evening/day's happenings down. I could easily dismiss this and say some things are better off remembered then written down. After all as I sit down to the rip ages of 90 or so I won’t even remember my name due to Alzheimer’s or something. As far diseases are concerned I'm fucked. How’s that for flat out? But back to whatever I was initially getting at...my pen only flows when my grip is tight. now at this moment I am somewhat tranquil...no assignments to complete, I can easily fool myself of the stability of my grades, I can polish the gold right off my guitars...I miss having something to do yet when I have something I take it for granted. Light vs. dark good vs. evil me vs. myself.
So I sit before you...I await my fire...if I dig enough will China bring controversy, conspiracy, and the overall cerebellum slobber that I crave?
2 Thursdays ago I saw incubus...it was the best day...night of my life...why do I find so much happiness through a group of apes with musical instruments?...I don’t mean that in a rude way....why do I feel the need to justify myself to...myself?
People spend their lives wishing for Saturdays and Sundays....when the majority of the year is not nearly composed of those two days. humans are wishing their lives away at the tick of a clock...no faster...I too will find that hard to find "slow play" button on my remote.
...elucit...no...no...no...
...elucidate... "
"Why do humans thrive on misfortune? Over the course of a few months I have used this...writing? as a way to vent my many grievances with the world and my surroundings which in retrospect may not be all that bad....but I miss having a fire under my ass forcing me to flee to the, the typewriter I sit before. I’m sure if I dig deep enough I can find something, yet maybe I am turning into one of those happy vented people that only spontaneously combust on occasion.
Getting further to or away from the point...flat out... I somehow seem to live these wild tales that require a long lengthy and detailed story of my previous engagements. I don’t have the patience to write my evening/day's happenings down. I could easily dismiss this and say some things are better off remembered then written down. After all as I sit down to the rip ages of 90 or so I won’t even remember my name due to Alzheimer’s or something. As far diseases are concerned I'm fucked. How’s that for flat out? But back to whatever I was initially getting at...my pen only flows when my grip is tight. now at this moment I am somewhat tranquil...no assignments to complete, I can easily fool myself of the stability of my grades, I can polish the gold right off my guitars...I miss having something to do yet when I have something I take it for granted. Light vs. dark good vs. evil me vs. myself.
So I sit before you...I await my fire...if I dig enough will China bring controversy, conspiracy, and the overall cerebellum slobber that I crave?
2 Thursdays ago I saw incubus...it was the best day...night of my life...why do I find so much happiness through a group of apes with musical instruments?...I don’t mean that in a rude way....why do I feel the need to justify myself to...myself?
People spend their lives wishing for Saturdays and Sundays....when the majority of the year is not nearly composed of those two days. humans are wishing their lives away at the tick of a clock...no faster...I too will find that hard to find "slow play" button on my remote.
...elucit...no...no...no...
...elucidate... "