But I have no inspiration. I've asked for it before, but does anyone have any suggestions?

Things to write about, rants of mine they'd like converted to text, or just general advice to remove writer's block? Anything would be appreciated.

The original Silent Generation was the generation born between 1925 and 1942. As a whole the generation was "withdrawn, cautious, unimaginative, unadventurous and silent." They came of age too late to be war heroes, and too early to be free spirits. These are of course broad generalizations, as people like like Paul McCartney, John Lennon, Bob ( Read more... )

When I stare into the sky, listen to the rain, or just try to exist in a natural state with my environment, I consider the nature of connection in a universal where I think personal connections largely exist in four dimensions. And no, that does not include time ( Read more... )

Some people always argue in favor of mother nature. They think mushrooms are better than acid because they're "natural." Honk honk! Welcome to reality! You're a moron! Man spends time to develop and improve upon natures existing creations. If you think the natural version is better, it's probably because you're just not into the ideal. People are ( Read more... )

I cracked the fortune cookie in half, and proceeded to shove its crumbling remains in my mouth as I unfolded my fortune ( Read more... )

I'm just going to exhale until I die ( Read more... )

Livejournal is dead.

Goddamnit.

My strongest emotional reaction in a long time? Finding out someone stepped on my spider ( Read more... )

Fuck the daytime. I want to be awake during the night, when people are absent and the harsh florida sun is nowhere to be seen. When the more interesting people are up and about, and I don't have to listen to my neighbors practice their shitty instruments ( Read more... )

I need to change my enviroment. Jacksonville is not the place for me. Hell, Florida isn't the place for me. But I don't know where to go. I feel a calling towards Seattle, for some unfathomable reason. Probably just an inevitable wanderlust kicking in, forcing action in some sort of way. Complacency breeds contentment, and being content is more ( Read more... )