this activity was pointed out to me by a friend, perception is reality.

http://kevan.org/johari?name=dodgermask

take a min select a few for me.

I hide my desperation in my attitude, it lurks in my music, my clothes. I wear the things I say. It shows its face now and then...a reflection at the botttom of a cup of coffee. Mind over matter works for more than pain; hell you can convince yourself of anything, the question is then do you honestly want to convince yourself of anything or does ( Read more... )

It's been awhile, I can't really say that I havn't wanted to update, just that the circumstances wern't right for me to do so. Alot has changed since what I last had to say. It's funny how I swear that everything in my life revolves around relationships, but it seems to be those are the things I manage to fuck up most. I think that perhaps ( Read more... )

I was told by a rabbi on saturday in terms more accurate then my own, why I felt used in every relationship I was ever in (or felt like I was using someone else) it's that I was looking for a relationship and everyone else was looking for something out of a relationship. It's funny finally the idea of using people as ends and not means finally ( Read more... )

more often then not, I wonder why I bother.

It's ironic that I need to come to a place that holds a cocophony of sounds to think and study; A powerful voice speaks over strong cords as one person after another orders their speciality drink. A half empty black coffee staring at me I wonder just what it all means today, the relationships I hold, the ones I want to develop but I'm too scared ( Read more... )

Walking down the steps today from work to my next class, I saw written in a fine line of pencil "I go to coledge" the anticipated humor stemming from the mis-spelling of college, however the irony was already delivered in that it was pencil on the wall something one would think above a college student. It was an act of trying to get some attention ( Read more... )

I sit on the bus, not in the seats that face forward, those have been too small for years, I'm sprawled out notebook on lap sketching, sketching the faces the eyes, the eyes of a person coming back from a long days work, the eyes of a man drunk enough that he can approach me shake my hand and tell me "god bless you" the bus rolls forward, through ( Read more... )

A city of white bread ( Read more... )

The fact that the premise was a lie, means the foundation is a lie, which means the building will topple it's no good ( Read more... )