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Ahh,
it's a strange feeling.
to have the music drifting lazily from the speakers to my ears,
my rigid fingers poised at the grey clicks, ready for some thoughts to start pouring, flowing from my head to their tips.
And then drawing a blank card from the upturned top hat that is my mind.
I wonder how many blank cards i've put in there over time, blank thoughts, blank meanings, blank actions.
It all leads up to a blank existence. This life may be the last, but I do care.
I'm constantly chewing on the tip of my pen, but the ink never flows onto the paper, just into my mouth, making a black sticky cave, which only turns one massive, thoughtless pomp.
There are no vicissitudes to shift blame to.
My head used to be Vertiginous with ideas, and now it feels like an eerily placid lake, with a wispy fog of dread, gracing the mirrored surface.
Anyway,
I'd like to change all this intellectual idleness,
so;
If anyone has any advice, i'd gladly take it.
Sorry for the emo-esque post.
Thanks,
[jake]
it's a strange feeling.
to have the music drifting lazily from the speakers to my ears,
my rigid fingers poised at the grey clicks, ready for some thoughts to start pouring, flowing from my head to their tips.
And then drawing a blank card from the upturned top hat that is my mind.
I wonder how many blank cards i've put in there over time, blank thoughts, blank meanings, blank actions.
It all leads up to a blank existence. This life may be the last, but I do care.
I'm constantly chewing on the tip of my pen, but the ink never flows onto the paper, just into my mouth, making a black sticky cave, which only turns one massive, thoughtless pomp.
There are no vicissitudes to shift blame to.
My head used to be Vertiginous with ideas, and now it feels like an eerily placid lake, with a wispy fog of dread, gracing the mirrored surface.
Anyway,
I'd like to change all this intellectual idleness,
so;
If anyone has any advice, i'd gladly take it.
Sorry for the emo-esque post.
Thanks,
[jake]