Life’s a mai tai. This big icy glass is given to you and all is well and going strong, and then once you hit half point the shit just starts to run away like no other. The catch is it’s your choice whether or not to get up off your ass and fill it again. I choose to fill mine, before the limits of my glass are realized by my mind ( Read more... )

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4/12/04

One of my friend’s relatives passed away doing something I started at the age of three and never gave it’s risks the time of day. Surely it’s impact is very concentrated upon him and his family, but I have a sudden sense of realization over the matter. It’s a shame that sometimes these untimely events are what’s needed to make the naïveté ( Read more... )

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1/9/03

Inspiration in Nothing...

Just as I crave insightfulness,

I crave inspiration,

From anything, inspiration from the devil,

My pen hasn’t flowed in so long,

Its inkwells are dry and unused,

My paper nearly decomposed,

My brain seems dormant,

I've been reveling in this thought for sometime now,

Yet nothing I could day or write could do ( Read more... )

All endings are the start of new beginnings...As I have one section left in my whatever-you-could-possibly-yearn-to-call-it-a-notebook (good luck getting that; haha) I have come to a road. A road between buying a new notebook and slowing down to make this one last. Metaphorically and Physically. So I give you emotion from the past. The wind may ( Read more... )

Yesterday when I was on the phone I was asked what I ultimately wanted out of life in a nut shell. In the process neither she nor I understood the spark of the ever so long conversation brought on by it. I wish I had a tape recorder to capture some of my lengthy tirade but of course I didn’t, I don’t. Perhaps this is my chance to be a good writer. ( Read more... )

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One can easily fake oneself if enough conviction is present. I had been faking myself out, perhaps for a good portion of my life. Maybe I had just never felt this way before. Or maybe it was that I hadn’t felt this way in so long I had forgotten. I don’t know if it’s deemed right to tell you of today’s happenings or to keep them secret, for only me ( Read more... )

I wrote this earlier today ( Read more... )