I just watched 9 straight hours of Kurosawa Akira/Mifune Toshiro movies.
Seven Samurai
Samurai I
Samurai II
Yojimbo
Eventually I started seeing life in black and white.
Also, I'll make a promise today that takes a year to keep. We'll see how faithful I can be.

I fell asleep and woke to find the sky pink and orange, unmuted ( Read more... )

I used to have all of you around, I've let it all slip away I think. Relationships that had to have been strongly maintained if they have a chance of continuing once I move. I wonder why I'm lonely all the time, and I wonder why I expect three people to give me all the attention and affection I used to get from many more ( Read more... )

Why is it that whenever I drift in and out of conciousness on sleepless nights, I pray for death. The prayer escapes my lips without my permission, as I lay inbetween states. It seems like my subconcious is tired of this life I've chosen for it.

Brad and this kid Richard and I all decide to go on a road trip, but we don't know where yet. After seeing some big rock and going to Saylorville we decide that 1:30am isn't late enough to call it a night yet. We look online for things of interest when Brad tells us about a story he heard from his friend Jared. We look up online about this family ( Read more... )

Oh where did the horizon line go

It had to happen sooner or later. Everyone kept arguing with me that love exists as I told them it doesn't. Specifically one argument I remember with a girl who I called cliche in so many words. Well, that very same girl proved me wrong. In a night she got me to think only of her. In two she has me sounding like a enfatuated child and trying to ( Read more... )

All the while I wanted to thank you. For showing me what it's like. All the while I wanted to tell you how beautiful I thought you were, and as much as I said it, I felt like I couldn't brush the surface of what I meant. I felt like a child with you ( Read more... )

I feel useless and too spread out. I feel unconfident and as if romance will never show. I'm just immature, whatever.

The black sky ceiling is muted by the plastic stars hovering over my head. In the dark, my room turns a faint green-glow of a color, lit by the glow in the dark ceiling stars and electronics LEDs. Not well lit enough though. One day they'll learn to put a second light switch by where beds go. I always stood a minute, expecting my eyes to adjust ( Read more... )