Tuesday, December 28, 2010
I was just talking to the girl on here, and i asked her if she thought we'd even see each other again. then she said she doesn't know. then i told her how it doesn't feel like she needs me and if we're only friends then there's no point to knowing each other. then she just said "k". and then i asked her if thats it, and she just said that she never wanted to date me and that she's sorry if she led me on. led me on meaning cuddling, kissing, and long conversations. so i told her I'd miss her and deleted her. and here we are, listening to The Smith's Asleep before i go to bed and hope to wake up with more of myself in tact than there is now.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Guess I don't wanna talk either, boo
well I'm a nice guy,
so what the hell do you want to talk about?
i'm curious about the tread marks
diagonally running across bruised ribs
but I take it thats too personal?
your agonies as a woman in a
boorish and sick man's world
interest me, and i think they sadden you
so what the hell do you want to talk about?
the intricacies of stable relationships
are troublesome to ponder
and i suspect they bore you
so what the fuck do you want to talkabout?
your lord? your father?
your mother's early adulthood?
your stagnation? what what what?
what the hell do you want to talk about?
oh don't tell me,
that new some thing something on the something
lights you up like a burning christmas tree,
set yourself ablaze to surprise yourself.
so what the hell do you want to talk about?
i'm curious about the tread marks
diagonally running across bruised ribs
but I take it thats too personal?
your agonies as a woman in a
boorish and sick man's world
interest me, and i think they sadden you
so what the hell do you want to talk about?
the intricacies of stable relationships
are troublesome to ponder
and i suspect they bore you
so what the fuck do you want to talkabout?
your lord? your father?
your mother's early adulthood?
your stagnation? what what what?
what the hell do you want to talk about?
oh don't tell me,
that new some thing something on the something
lights you up like a burning christmas tree,
set yourself ablaze to surprise yourself.
DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS
by: W.B. Yeats
DOWN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
DOWN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
And another...another
I will forever envy the males that female nature elect as a ladies man. he does not deserve you and he does not care, but for some reason you all believe maybe you'll be the one in a million to capture his interest for a lifetime. god what a horror it is to not hate women and need one.
Surrounded by people trying to convince me their favorite dull task can satisfy my desires.
Wanna curl into a ball and roll off the face of the earth.
The way you love aint special, its impractical.
I am bested by cowardice and folly
In accordance with Kafka's dismissal of happy books, party rock, rap, and punk should be done away with as well. does every party or good occasion need a fucking theme song? our rejoice should be reserved, and spent only when something truly great, noble, or helpful occurs. not when we coalesce on yet another friday or saturday night or any night and decide that life outside the room we are in subsides in importance as we drink and socialize about the life we want to forget (lest we be happy on the occasion enough to joke about anything and everything). we are wasting our lives on happiness, that much is certain.
You'll be even more of a mess if you dont take the advice of a warm heart now and then.
Like anyone rational would, when i found myself owning beliefs and characteristics that i do not need, i got rid of them. hence my loss of faith.
We aint half as romantic as whatever we learned about romance from.
Do the adult thing and run in and out of someone's life. i would too but its enough that i already resemble my father in appearance.
Lazily acting out our fantasies
Surrounded by people trying to convince me their favorite dull task can satisfy my desires.
Wanna curl into a ball and roll off the face of the earth.
The way you love aint special, its impractical.
I am bested by cowardice and folly
In accordance with Kafka's dismissal of happy books, party rock, rap, and punk should be done away with as well. does every party or good occasion need a fucking theme song? our rejoice should be reserved, and spent only when something truly great, noble, or helpful occurs. not when we coalesce on yet another friday or saturday night or any night and decide that life outside the room we are in subsides in importance as we drink and socialize about the life we want to forget (lest we be happy on the occasion enough to joke about anything and everything). we are wasting our lives on happiness, that much is certain.
You'll be even more of a mess if you dont take the advice of a warm heart now and then.
Like anyone rational would, when i found myself owning beliefs and characteristics that i do not need, i got rid of them. hence my loss of faith.
We aint half as romantic as whatever we learned about romance from.
Do the adult thing and run in and out of someone's life. i would too but its enough that i already resemble my father in appearance.
Lazily acting out our fantasies
Monday, December 20, 2010
purposelessly, i suppose
you have been blessed to
get bored
first.
it is easier to let go
than to be let go of.
we revel not in either,
but I know you're more excited
about what is to come than
me.
get bored
first.
it is easier to let go
than to be let go of.
we revel not in either,
but I know you're more excited
about what is to come than
me.
And another day
Hip hop is now filled with farce, boring as rappers im more impressed with my own farts.
mercy mercy me, aint as much integrity as there used to be.
What a sadness, to accept and teach to the younger that the golden years all exist only before your age sheds the suffix of 'teen'. there is a considerable height of happiness and pleasure to be achieved in every decade of our lives. there ...will always be a reason or a cause for cheer and it will always only be disappointing because we are not first anymore or because we are not as new as we once were. god, the fear of aging is so silly. we accept gravity and dream only slightly of flying from this despicable planet, we can even accept such irrational as that which our government purports, but the only commonality of every organism in existince puts such an unneceasary fear in us. i only want to cry for how frightened death makes people, not because i am losing my life. ive been losing my life since i was conceived. i am like a wave, in its properties. my life is one vibration, i am born and set into motion. i go through life reaching one crst and then start returning back to my lowest point, death. and then i am done.
Social networking has sped up the rate at which we have been be oming desensitized to each other at. all these faces' all these people, i wont evwn communicate with a millionth of them. and all these people i see in real life, i wont commun...icate with a billionth of them they are just there and there amd there and there and maybe i could love this girl or that girl or have a great philosophical debate with this guy or that guy but i dont feel like committing to one of these many people. maybe this is just my introversion at work again
Utility determined by one body part or another's ability to respond on cue.
Ah so we are conceened aith the wrong commonalities. so indie marginalize our agony and speak generally about a broken heart or the joys of an average life. punk seems to be obsessed with a good time because punk began as a liberation of re...straint, and now teenagers just want to party and not grow up and punk's become both the catalyst and the proof of this sentiment. and hip hop becomes testaments of poverty or aspirations for success, which were apart of its originsm but now the average rapper takes that self loathing for having to endure life as a miser and says he's got dreams of being big and rich and so forth. he says he, like a punk, doesnt really want to succumb to the stressors of american life so he brags about murders he's never done or bitches he's fucked or drugs hes sold. and if he bare not lyrics of those subjexts, he just wants a good time to be had and thus talks profusely about his good time; a rhetoric instructional guide to taking things easy and loving yourself said smoothly over thick beats.
Im in a long distance relationship with my soul.
What has ever been accomplished by looking only on the bright side? if we were to focus only on our triukphs we would have no idea of what to avoid or prepare for. optimism is a drug, the only undesired effect is being called naive' which i...snt even experienced often because not enough people embrace the darker side of life. from freud to kafka to jung to bukowski to 2pac, it has been said that we need to understand just what makes living difficult and better it instead of being cowards who rhink life's only worth living if it is enjoyed. the pain is worth experiencing and if you disagree you havent been in enough pain (and are terrorfied of having any) or you have never sought to understand your pain.
Will i never have silk smooth legs wrapped around my waist as i stare earnestly into eyes i never want to look away from?
My life, a prolonged injury.
mercy mercy me, aint as much integrity as there used to be.
What a sadness, to accept and teach to the younger that the golden years all exist only before your age sheds the suffix of 'teen'. there is a considerable height of happiness and pleasure to be achieved in every decade of our lives. there ...will always be a reason or a cause for cheer and it will always only be disappointing because we are not first anymore or because we are not as new as we once were. god, the fear of aging is so silly. we accept gravity and dream only slightly of flying from this despicable planet, we can even accept such irrational as that which our government purports, but the only commonality of every organism in existince puts such an unneceasary fear in us. i only want to cry for how frightened death makes people, not because i am losing my life. ive been losing my life since i was conceived. i am like a wave, in its properties. my life is one vibration, i am born and set into motion. i go through life reaching one crst and then start returning back to my lowest point, death. and then i am done.
Social networking has sped up the rate at which we have been be oming desensitized to each other at. all these faces' all these people, i wont evwn communicate with a millionth of them. and all these people i see in real life, i wont commun...icate with a billionth of them they are just there and there amd there and there and maybe i could love this girl or that girl or have a great philosophical debate with this guy or that guy but i dont feel like committing to one of these many people. maybe this is just my introversion at work again
Utility determined by one body part or another's ability to respond on cue.
Ah so we are conceened aith the wrong commonalities. so indie marginalize our agony and speak generally about a broken heart or the joys of an average life. punk seems to be obsessed with a good time because punk began as a liberation of re...straint, and now teenagers just want to party and not grow up and punk's become both the catalyst and the proof of this sentiment. and hip hop becomes testaments of poverty or aspirations for success, which were apart of its originsm but now the average rapper takes that self loathing for having to endure life as a miser and says he's got dreams of being big and rich and so forth. he says he, like a punk, doesnt really want to succumb to the stressors of american life so he brags about murders he's never done or bitches he's fucked or drugs hes sold. and if he bare not lyrics of those subjexts, he just wants a good time to be had and thus talks profusely about his good time; a rhetoric instructional guide to taking things easy and loving yourself said smoothly over thick beats.
Im in a long distance relationship with my soul.
What has ever been accomplished by looking only on the bright side? if we were to focus only on our triukphs we would have no idea of what to avoid or prepare for. optimism is a drug, the only undesired effect is being called naive' which i...snt even experienced often because not enough people embrace the darker side of life. from freud to kafka to jung to bukowski to 2pac, it has been said that we need to understand just what makes living difficult and better it instead of being cowards who rhink life's only worth living if it is enjoyed. the pain is worth experiencing and if you disagree you havent been in enough pain (and are terrorfied of having any) or you have never sought to understand your pain.
Will i never have silk smooth legs wrapped around my waist as i stare earnestly into eyes i never want to look away from?
My life, a prolonged injury.
Another day of thoughts
All the possibilities we never accomplish always seem better than anything we actually do. for this reason, we'll never be satisfied if we keep comparing what we have to what we don't.
These voice overs for dragonball z kai are fucking lame. gohan was cooler when a gitl did his voice.
The adoration for the cultures and practices of minorities in this country is disgusting. its not even about the novelty of a trend, its about being someone you're not. an idea equally alluring to the lot of those who have felt their life, thus far, have been too strictly examined. god forbid anyone just say i'm ok with being me and let those fools on tv overact their jubilation.
Jesus christ i'm awesome.
does time run faster in japan??? or maybe its slower. perhaps thats why they're so smart, their brain matter is greater and that portion of the world has a greater mass which causes time to slow down there. time meaning the speed at which a...ll particles mobe and interact.
that has to be the reason why these fucking dragonball z episodes were always short as fuck and around 20 minutes or so.
I wasn't speakin ill of trends but the very definition of a trend implies a follower doesn't really find any identity in one. an identity would last longer than however long some aesthetic is cool.
There are sooooo many implications from just one commercial. as i have aged, i can see a lot easier now how these stupid segments of perfection have effected me and everyone else. all this hype over one product or another, this show or that... show. its outrageous. i cant believe somewhere some people are making these shits thinking ''well this is how all kids act, how their homes are, and this is what they both need and want so we're gonna sell to them.''
even worse, marketers and advertisers probably areny even thinking about that shit. they're selling a product which means beliefs and opinions must be swayed in favore of the seller.
My dearest, wherever you are, i want you more than my next breath.
My loveliest, whoever you are, i hope you can keep sane until i reach you.
Dear grandma, turn that motherfucking heater off.
Bruce Wayne : OMG..PEOPLE ARE DYING ALFRED!!! WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO???
Alfred: Endure
*nearly weeps in theater and then goes on to compose the complicity of my personal philosophy on these lines from the dark knight movie
Iiiiiii ammmmm the mannnnnn in the boxxxx
burrrieeeedddd in SHIT
wonnnnttt youuuuuu come and savee meeee
yeeEeEEEeeeaaAAAAAAAA /layne's unnecessary vibrato
Wallow all the day long, borrow all the sane sold
Rofl at this lyric in the dragonball z kai theme song, ''nothing ever dies we will rise again!'
We're raised to believe there is some formula for success and there is, but there are infinite variables and they arent all as easily manipulable as studying incessantly to get good grades.
Whatever age group you're in, you only know the ones that survive. if old, plenty have became homeless or committed suicide or ran to some other continent or state. if middle aged, plenty have become homeless or committed suicide or loss track of their career's or ran to some other continent. if you're young, plenty didn't even survive birth or they have become homeless or committed suicide or ran away from home.
Of course my love, whatever you want even if its not me.
We cant be the only intelligent species or organism in all the universes capable of love. i wonder how many hearts have been broken. how many houses have been broken into. how many parents still get nostalgic about the birth of their offspring. these sadnesses cannot be exclusive to us.
You are not admirable for your dreams, dreams are the commodity of our collective experience. all imagination is uniform. what face or place you wish to have your sorrow relinquished is the only variation between each. thus we hold onto what it is we wish to have and think its by far so much more important than a disregard of self, temporarily, for the betterment of everyone. human selfishness is most profuse when examining our desires. and we couldnt be more immoral than when we are only true to ourselves.
Good poetry is all about timing and placement. to not rush your point but not take too long to arrive at it. and placing words around each other that get along and compose a very coherent image or idea. both done right end up bruising the boredom of a reader. done perfectly its like what id imagine sex is. leading up to a breaking point you've been waiting for since you began the endeavor.
HOW'S IT GONNA BE MY ART IF YOU'RE DICTATING THE MEDIUM OF EXPRESSION?- jane from daria
ha, thats why punk and hip hop and pop are dead. all signed acts have bosses to please.
And up next to be raped: indie and freak folk. theyve been getting raped with all these solemn and serene fucking songs where singer sings mournfully but happily and perseveres and is not porttayed as the cunt singer is. music is sooooooo deadddd.
Its getting much easier for me to pretend I don't exist.
These voice overs for dragonball z kai are fucking lame. gohan was cooler when a gitl did his voice.
The adoration for the cultures and practices of minorities in this country is disgusting. its not even about the novelty of a trend, its about being someone you're not. an idea equally alluring to the lot of those who have felt their life, thus far, have been too strictly examined. god forbid anyone just say i'm ok with being me and let those fools on tv overact their jubilation.
Jesus christ i'm awesome.
does time run faster in japan??? or maybe its slower. perhaps thats why they're so smart, their brain matter is greater and that portion of the world has a greater mass which causes time to slow down there. time meaning the speed at which a...ll particles mobe and interact.
that has to be the reason why these fucking dragonball z episodes were always short as fuck and around 20 minutes or so.
everyone gets to decide who they want to be. who are you to say what trends are right and wrong for them to follow?
I wasn't speakin ill of trends but the very definition of a trend implies a follower doesn't really find any identity in one. an identity would last longer than however long some aesthetic is cool.
There are sooooo many implications from just one commercial. as i have aged, i can see a lot easier now how these stupid segments of perfection have effected me and everyone else. all this hype over one product or another, this show or that... show. its outrageous. i cant believe somewhere some people are making these shits thinking ''well this is how all kids act, how their homes are, and this is what they both need and want so we're gonna sell to them.''
even worse, marketers and advertisers probably areny even thinking about that shit. they're selling a product which means beliefs and opinions must be swayed in favore of the seller.
My dearest, wherever you are, i want you more than my next breath.
My loveliest, whoever you are, i hope you can keep sane until i reach you.
Dear grandma, turn that motherfucking heater off.
Bruce Wayne : OMG..PEOPLE ARE DYING ALFRED!!! WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO???
Alfred: Endure
*nearly weeps in theater and then goes on to compose the complicity of my personal philosophy on these lines from the dark knight movie
Iiiiiii ammmmm the mannnnnn in the boxxxx
burrrieeeedddd in SHIT
wonnnnttt youuuuuu come and savee meeee
yeeEeEEEeeeaaAAAAAAAA /layne's unnecessary vibrato
Wallow all the day long, borrow all the sane sold
Rofl at this lyric in the dragonball z kai theme song, ''nothing ever dies we will rise again!'
We're raised to believe there is some formula for success and there is, but there are infinite variables and they arent all as easily manipulable as studying incessantly to get good grades.
Whatever age group you're in, you only know the ones that survive. if old, plenty have became homeless or committed suicide or ran to some other continent or state. if middle aged, plenty have become homeless or committed suicide or loss track of their career's or ran to some other continent. if you're young, plenty didn't even survive birth or they have become homeless or committed suicide or ran away from home.
Of course my love, whatever you want even if its not me.
We cant be the only intelligent species or organism in all the universes capable of love. i wonder how many hearts have been broken. how many houses have been broken into. how many parents still get nostalgic about the birth of their offspring. these sadnesses cannot be exclusive to us.
You are not admirable for your dreams, dreams are the commodity of our collective experience. all imagination is uniform. what face or place you wish to have your sorrow relinquished is the only variation between each. thus we hold onto what it is we wish to have and think its by far so much more important than a disregard of self, temporarily, for the betterment of everyone. human selfishness is most profuse when examining our desires. and we couldnt be more immoral than when we are only true to ourselves.
Good poetry is all about timing and placement. to not rush your point but not take too long to arrive at it. and placing words around each other that get along and compose a very coherent image or idea. both done right end up bruising the boredom of a reader. done perfectly its like what id imagine sex is. leading up to a breaking point you've been waiting for since you began the endeavor.
HOW'S IT GONNA BE MY ART IF YOU'RE DICTATING THE MEDIUM OF EXPRESSION?- jane from daria
ha, thats why punk and hip hop and pop are dead. all signed acts have bosses to please.
And up next to be raped: indie and freak folk. theyve been getting raped with all these solemn and serene fucking songs where singer sings mournfully but happily and perseveres and is not porttayed as the cunt singer is. music is sooooooo deadddd.
Its getting much easier for me to pretend I don't exist.
is it love if you can't leave them alone?
Because such a large part of you believes in holding on to this life, and thus you hold on to them as the alternative to suicide or completely changing who you are?
Or have i been in need of Prozac for these last few months?
Or have i been in need of Prozac for these last few months?
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
not a song not a song not a song
are you sick of being human yet
are you sick of being human yet
its not guaranteed
but i bet it happens soon.
you will never love the moon.
and you will never ever swoon.
that shit was made for movies,
wasn't meant for me or you.
are you broken yet?
has your spirit been broken yet?
it will be oh it will be
when you see that you're in debt
to a fossilized god
that doesn't take rain checks
or a promise to be better
when you can afford to be patient
are you shit in the head yet?
are you full of the dead yet?
because you'll be a soul soon
souls are dead people living on the moon
whitening the black sky
not for the sake of hope but to blind
cannot mend your eyes
cannot mend your eyes
better hope you don't get blind
better hope god gives you some more time
are you sick of being human yet
its not guaranteed
but i bet it happens soon.
you will never love the moon.
and you will never ever swoon.
that shit was made for movies,
wasn't meant for me or you.
are you broken yet?
has your spirit been broken yet?
it will be oh it will be
when you see that you're in debt
to a fossilized god
that doesn't take rain checks
or a promise to be better
when you can afford to be patient
are you shit in the head yet?
are you full of the dead yet?
because you'll be a soul soon
souls are dead people living on the moon
whitening the black sky
not for the sake of hope but to blind
cannot mend your eyes
cannot mend your eyes
better hope you don't get blind
better hope god gives you some more time
Saturday, December 11, 2010
"I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance. That pure chance could be so generous and so kind.That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time. That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful. The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful."
—
Ann Druyan, wife of the late Carl Sagan
—
Ann Druyan, wife of the late Carl Sagan
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
so i'm looking at a blog
and an emo band is her name.
and I'm listening to In Treatment on the tv behind me.
and I hear her name.
and I'm listening to In Treatment on the tv behind me.
and I hear her name.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
The longer
you only listen to yourself, the more likely to fuck up you are, the more you will fuck up, the more you'll need advice to help you stop fucking up, the more you'll be likely to disobey advice because you feel someone is trying to stop you from listening to you.
or somewhere in there, you get a hold of some drugs and think life's grand for 4 seconds or so at a time. Then you're as good as gone.
or somewhere in there, you get a hold of some drugs and think life's grand for 4 seconds or so at a time. Then you're as good as gone.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
To his beloved by Christopher Anodyne
Oh dear god, must I generalize?! Must I?!
Everything here is monochrome.
She left,
and took the color with her.
And the pigments
in the pavement
marking her impatient
pacing
are fading
much slower than I am.
the elusive cause for the gut in your gulliver
people
only chase
dreams.
their ideals,
and their
saviors.
you can look ahead,
to a future dimly
lit.
where fog has the
thickness of a cloud.
you can look behind you,
where clarity has became synonymous
with burden, and hope, loss.
You can look to your sides,
where all things becoming, become
undone or run headstrong into
the mist ahead.
Where you'd have to look
to grasp ahold of whatever peace
isn't fleeting or getting married (or
divorced; that which is broken refuses
repair if it is too profusely aware
that the
harmony it once knew
has been discontinued).
ah, but no one is chasing you.
from your side, from behind,
from ahead,
no one is coming.
Sans the poem
Christopher looks in the mirror.
He looks at his dick.
Christopher cleverly
refers to the object
euphemistically.
Christopher speaks
in himself, honestly,
hoping for the flesh hanging
there like the carcass of a
once free floating
balloon
to one day soon
be used for the loveliness of a woman.
Christopher mentions
something about hopelessness
and it being invalid,
but inevitable.
Christopher
shrinks life down to size
for love to exist.
Christopher considers
some woman.
Christopher considers all women.
Christopher writes a love letter in his
head.
Christopher wants to tell her
something.
Christopher says he weeps once
considering she won't even listen to him.
Christopher makes his pain far greater than it is.
And Christopher says so.
Oh dear god, must I generalize?! Must I?!
Everything here is monochrome.
She left,
and took the color with her.
And the pigments
in the pavement
marking her impatient
pacing
are fading
much slower than I am.
the elusive cause for the gut in your gulliver
people
only chase
dreams.
their ideals,
and their
saviors.
you can look ahead,
to a future dimly
lit.
where fog has the
thickness of a cloud.
you can look behind you,
where clarity has became synonymous
with burden, and hope, loss.
You can look to your sides,
where all things becoming, become
undone or run headstrong into
the mist ahead.
Where you'd have to look
to grasp ahold of whatever peace
isn't fleeting or getting married (or
divorced; that which is broken refuses
repair if it is too profusely aware
that the
harmony it once knew
has been discontinued).
ah, but no one is chasing you.
from your side, from behind,
from ahead,
no one is coming.
Sans the poem
Christopher looks in the mirror.
He looks at his dick.
Christopher cleverly
refers to the object
euphemistically.
Christopher speaks
in himself, honestly,
hoping for the flesh hanging
there like the carcass of a
once free floating
balloon
to one day soon
be used for the loveliness of a woman.
Christopher mentions
something about hopelessness
and it being invalid,
but inevitable.
Christopher
shrinks life down to size
for love to exist.
Christopher considers
some woman.
Christopher considers all women.
Christopher writes a love letter in his
head.
Christopher wants to tell her
something.
Christopher says he weeps once
considering she won't even listen to him.
Christopher makes his pain far greater than it is.
And Christopher says so.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Friday nights have been lonely
and you're screaming her name
but only on the inside. the strength doesn't exist to plea in any other way.
but only on the inside. the strength doesn't exist to plea in any other way.
Getting old
encompasses the forlorn discomfort of remembering all the times you slipped and fell, into love or onto pavement, and wishing you had eaten more vegetables so the you know....you know....can be a bit further away.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
I won't be no run away, 'cuz I won't run.
- Matt Berninger
THe sensation of freedom that travel brings? I can have it by going from Lisbon to Benfica, and have it more intensely than one who goes from Lisbon to CHina, because if the freedom isn’t in me, then I won’t have it no matter where I go. ‘Any road,’ said Carlyle, ‘this simple Entepfuhl road, will lead you to the end of the World.’ But the Entepfuhl road, if it is followed all the way to the end, returns to Entepfuhl; so that Entepfuhl, where we already were, is the same end of the world we set out to find.
Condillac begins his celebrated book with: ‘No matter how high we climb or how low we descend, we never escape our sensations.’ WE never disembark from ourselves. WE never attain another existence unless we other ourselves by actively, vividly imagining who we are. The true landscapes are those we ourselves create since, being their gods, we see them as they truly are, which is however we created them. None of the four corners of the world is the one that interests me that I can truly see; it’s the fifth corner that I travel in, and it belongs to me.
- Fernando Pessoa, the Book of Disquiet (of course). Though I agree incredibly with what he is saying, its excerpts like these that make me wonder just how terribly miserable he must have been as he wrote such a wisdom to be forever regarded as such.
“I know that running away seems like a good idea now but I promise you, you will take this feeling with you wherever you go.It will not leave you until you deal with it. And it won’t leave you even then, but it will lessen. And believe it or not, eventually you will be able to draw strength from this experience that you never imagined possible.” - Paul from HBO’s In Treatment.
- Matt Berninger
THe sensation of freedom that travel brings? I can have it by going from Lisbon to Benfica, and have it more intensely than one who goes from Lisbon to CHina, because if the freedom isn’t in me, then I won’t have it no matter where I go. ‘Any road,’ said Carlyle, ‘this simple Entepfuhl road, will lead you to the end of the World.’ But the Entepfuhl road, if it is followed all the way to the end, returns to Entepfuhl; so that Entepfuhl, where we already were, is the same end of the world we set out to find.
Condillac begins his celebrated book with: ‘No matter how high we climb or how low we descend, we never escape our sensations.’ WE never disembark from ourselves. WE never attain another existence unless we other ourselves by actively, vividly imagining who we are. The true landscapes are those we ourselves create since, being their gods, we see them as they truly are, which is however we created them. None of the four corners of the world is the one that interests me that I can truly see; it’s the fifth corner that I travel in, and it belongs to me.
- Fernando Pessoa, the Book of Disquiet (of course). Though I agree incredibly with what he is saying, its excerpts like these that make me wonder just how terribly miserable he must have been as he wrote such a wisdom to be forever regarded as such.
“I know that running away seems like a good idea now but I promise you, you will take this feeling with you wherever you go.It will not leave you until you deal with it. And it won’t leave you even then, but it will lessen. And believe it or not, eventually you will be able to draw strength from this experience that you never imagined possible.” - Paul from HBO’s In Treatment.
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