my office is cold,
my house is cold,
cold are the feelings between my family and my love,
reality is cold,
cold and unforgiving,
take a wrong turn and turn cold,
it's cold to make decisions for people,
and deny them what they need,
people say hell's hot,
when every warm place I've been is full of celebration,
if it exists,
Hell is cold

I'm not sure that anyone actually knew about or read my other blog, but I changed formats on it. I'm now attempting to do a song a day blog to give exposure to whatever I am enjoying listening to at the moment.

*shrug*

You can find it here. There's no trace left of what the place used to look like, so if you haven't seen it before, oh well. ( Read more... )

If existence, in a way, only begins when you pop into existence (due to a lack of a perspective beforehand) and existence ends, in a way, when you die... Do we all live forever...perspectively speaking?

I think I'm going to take another crack at quitting smoking and tailor back on some of my other not-so-great habits ( Read more... )

You see that everything stays the same no matter what you do. You see, perhaps, the world as a random configuration of events: a play folded out before you without purpose or meaning. People coming and going. No literal connection to any of it. No saved soul and no soulmate. No feeling besides selfishness. No governance beyond the known, seen and ( Read more... )

You might notice a seeming lack of entries in this for the time being, as I'm spending all my dedicated writing time on some kind of semi-autobiographical, semi-thoughtful, semi-livejournalish story I'm writing here. People often stated that they had no use for a web word processing application, but I found one: writing your novel on company time ( Read more... )

Need to do something with my youth while I still have the fragments of it. Thinking of joining this, for no other reason than it would get me away from here for a while. Get me living some kind of life other than this one. Funny how you have an impression of the people who join the red cross and join these type of things, when really, I'd be ( Read more... )

Sit here watching a year pass by
Strung along by all the sweet sounding lies
I'll get back to you, yeah, someday I will
Someday we'll run off into the hills
Sweet fairytales that never come true...

So the story goes, I'm up late one night and a girl with which I've only had AIM conversations asks for me to call her and give her a story to fall asleep to (a bedtime story I guess). As such is my luck I'm on the path to formulating the story, smoking a cigarette, and I make the phone call. Voicemail. I suppose these things happen. The story ( Read more... )

...at my past entries made me realize, maybe the 15 pages I wrote about my love life that flowed so easily. Maybe, just maybe they were the final nail in the coffin for that part of me to die forever ( Read more... )