Saturday morning
So, I was listening to the Eels song "Saturday Morning" whilst it is in fact, Saturday morning. Needless to say, I decided to update. Any writers out there? Or at least anyone who fancies themselves a writer? I have been having this problem recently with having a great idea and not writing it down, then when I sit down to write, being blank for the most part. I can get a few lines down then, get easily distracted. I don't have ADD or anything like that it's just nothing comes to me. I did write out a couple of lines for a new song/poem today but, need to finish it. Any feedback is, as always, welcome. My writing is atrocious.
How is it that I would know
the lack of love you would show
the sweet bitterness of feelings
Hidden for so many years
after long nights, alone in your room
too many empty bottles skewed from view
damn. That's all I have now. I want to work more. I notice I do work better at my parents' house for some reason. Perhaps the silence. The familiarity. It's all nice. The lack of other people. I sometimes wonder if I'm to become a hermit. Every time I go out in public, for the most part, I see something new that makes me not ever want to go back out. It may be pessimistic but, I'm pretty alright with it. I don't mind being a night person and not seeing much of the world....in terms of the people in it. I still want to travel so much. I know there is still so much to see for me. At least I hope there is. I often wonder about how I will get to do all I want to. I guess that's life though right? Having goals and figuring out how to reach those goals. A common thing is still apparent in my life. I either need to stop trying to figure people out or need to just accept the fact that people will not be able to be figured out. It is hard to accept either though. And, I really don't want to accept either. I need to clean my room from last weekend still. My fireworks show was pretty awesome so i hear. I of course, didn't get to see it as it was supposed to be seen. Being the lighter and all. I smoke way too much. I need to lose some weight. I need to get money. I need to sell my car. I need to invent, write, think, do. Is it odd to say that I feel like I come off as more awesome on the internet? I mean, believe me, I know I'm fucking rad in real life, but, on the internet, I think I come off as more intelligent and well spoken. Perhaps it's because there is no one to interrupt me. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Want a jar of "could'ves"? They sell them at the pawn shop. Guess who's going on the third road trip of like three weeks this evening? This guy. To Dayton. Dropping off a package then coming back. I'll be test driving my new car. Sweet nectar. I figured out how to burn this powder incense I got from Russel. It isn't like a real fine powder like the other shit I had. It is all granual. It's good stuff once I figured it out. Floral Nag Champa. Awesome. Well....I want to be up in seven hours to get some lunch with the rents at my favorite Millie's place of employment. So, I'm off this piece.
SpiRaLzzzz
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How is it that I would know
the lack of love you would show
the sweet bitterness of feelings
Hidden for so many years
after long nights, alone in your room
too many empty bottles skewed from view
damn. That's all I have now. I want to work more. I notice I do work better at my parents' house for some reason. Perhaps the silence. The familiarity. It's all nice. The lack of other people. I sometimes wonder if I'm to become a hermit. Every time I go out in public, for the most part, I see something new that makes me not ever want to go back out. It may be pessimistic but, I'm pretty alright with it. I don't mind being a night person and not seeing much of the world....in terms of the people in it. I still want to travel so much. I know there is still so much to see for me. At least I hope there is. I often wonder about how I will get to do all I want to. I guess that's life though right? Having goals and figuring out how to reach those goals. A common thing is still apparent in my life. I either need to stop trying to figure people out or need to just accept the fact that people will not be able to be figured out. It is hard to accept either though. And, I really don't want to accept either. I need to clean my room from last weekend still. My fireworks show was pretty awesome so i hear. I of course, didn't get to see it as it was supposed to be seen. Being the lighter and all. I smoke way too much. I need to lose some weight. I need to get money. I need to sell my car. I need to invent, write, think, do. Is it odd to say that I feel like I come off as more awesome on the internet? I mean, believe me, I know I'm fucking rad in real life, but, on the internet, I think I come off as more intelligent and well spoken. Perhaps it's because there is no one to interrupt me. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Want a jar of "could'ves"? They sell them at the pawn shop. Guess who's going on the third road trip of like three weeks this evening? This guy. To Dayton. Dropping off a package then coming back. I'll be test driving my new car. Sweet nectar. I figured out how to burn this powder incense I got from Russel. It isn't like a real fine powder like the other shit I had. It is all granual. It's good stuff once I figured it out. Floral Nag Champa. Awesome. Well....I want to be up in seven hours to get some lunch with the rents at my favorite Millie's place of employment. So, I'm off this piece.
SpiRaLzzzz
*end transmission*