May 2009
16 posts
Thank you Hobby Lobby.
Tonight, as I lay in bouch, I realize how many things around me I have to be thankful for. I have such beautiful friends. They are the kind of friends you would die for if it meant for a better outcome on their end. I have my family, which consist of a small, more intermediate circle such as my dad, mother, sister, nieces, and soon to present nephew. I also have a new friend, a very close friend....
I set foot into the luminescent glow, with disregard to loss of sight. With eyes propped wide, I towered above the man I saw myself as before. Seeing myself from such an angle gave me an overwhelming sense of peace, but more so, a strong spark of motivation. I will do the things I need to do to become the man I want to be. Let my legs be weary, let my eyes drag the ground, let my feet hold the...
“Little chicken in the wind blow”….. yes.
Today is my mothers day. With this being said, I really need to go see her. I have no phone at the moment to call her, and I work at 12, so I hope she doesn’t think I forgot about her. I really suck at keeping in touch with my family.
I have a pain in my back that will not rest. Sleeping on a bouch (bed-couch for those who are unaware..) every night isn’t helping. I can’t sit still for two seconds without wanting to lay on my stomach in agonizing pain. Its time to find a place to call home.
Life is a constant line of events. Every breath we take affects the next one to come, so shouldn’t we all be more careful of how we breathe? Its so unbelievable to think that my life is heading in a positive direction right now, but for some reason I find myself believing that it is. I will breathe without caution.
Excitement is a fitting word.
Work.
Today when I arrived at R.R. I clocked on A.S.A.P. I was then the only server on, seeing as how I was the afternoon closers relief. Within the first thirty minutes I had nine tables… at once. It wasn’t bad though, and gave me a chance to make some duckets and impress my managers. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel somewhat accomplished.
Burger King, oh how I have missed you. My goal is to get food in my stomach, get to work on time, and start saving up for an iphone. May the duckets flow like a heavy stream of water off the side of a mountain, and straight into my pockets.
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Have fun.
I am very excited for the things to come. I found it hard to sleep last night due to the fact that I was swimming in my own thoughts about the future. I have every reason to be stoked.
I have decided to pursue other things in life. It appears that things have went south. It seems I was only a mirror image all along, maybe my reflection can give something more. I will rid of the remains, grab my desk and chairs, and flush the place of my existence. The time spent was not time lost, and for that I am thankful, but the absent
I am an observer. I watch, but do not respond. Oh, how that has changed things.
Holy ****
I made it through work, but now I am lost with nothing to do, no phone, and an empty house. What a bummer. Oh well. Wait… what do you mean the battery is dead?
I am dizzy from weaving my thoughts in, out, and around my head. Tilt me over on to a canvas, and let my thoughts transpose.
April 2009
7 posts
This morning is punching me square in the face. Every muscle in my body hurts, along with my stomach. I feel like sitting in one position and not moving until I feel better, but refuse to commit to the urge. I will crawl through every inch of the day, much like swinging at an enemy in a dream.
I just realized that it is no longer the morning. It is 3 o’clock. FML.
I consume large quantities of PBJ’s. It has been brought to my attention, and I am concerned that my palate will soon place distance between other foods. I will only register “MMM… that kind of taste like PBJ!” after taking any bite of food, thus ruining the experience.
I really think the PBJ is underestimated. Hell, I’m willing to bet that in some countries it is a...
.FOOD is GOOF backwards.
according to Keighty. It was a heartfelt attempt, and very cute.
.Why Am I.
Still awake? I should be off to sleep, but my will to stay awake has gotten the better half of me. My eyes are dragging the ground. Food. Bed. Wake. Work. Pay my insurance.
Holy COW.
To understand is far fetched. Don’t strain for something so out of reach.
March 2009
13 posts
I am contemplating on ramming my fucking head into a wall. Fuck the county clerks office. Fuck fax machines. Fuck. My teeth hurt from grinding against each other.
Liveplayanotherday.
.Hard On.
For a moment I thought my dear friend Cory had created a blank post…. It wasn’t until I bent down that I saw the lettering. It was our album cover. I’m stoked. I want to touch it. I want to rub it on my face. I just hope people enjoy what we have been working so very hard on for the past few months (Yes, hard on… and yes I was a Bevis and Butthead fan.) and months to come....
“If you know your fucked…. then your not.”
The T.V is fighting the radio, creating tidal waves in the air.
But I will swim through the current, calming the waves with a stagnant stare.
I coast upon the new lazy river, puzzling together the perfect pair of words.
Assembling poetry from dissonance is my indifferent solution for getting up.
My toe hurts. Its purple, and black, with a little bit of swollen. The important thing here is that a dunk won the game, and last night was loads of fun playing basketball with my best friends on an “L” shaped court. I am convinced that my toe is broken, but also hear there is nothing I can do for it. So, with that being said, please forgive me for limping around for a few weeks.
I can’t do it. I can not finish the bouquet of flowers in my cup.
Holy fucking potato sacks, hot charmoille tea is the grossest fucking liquid I’ve ever drank. Its hot, and it taste like flowers. Its like a greenhouse all crumpled up and slammed into a cup. I was scared to let it hit my lips, due to the fact that I thought it was going to disintagrate my top lip.
So now I have a whole box of tea that sucks ass. I think I would be better off planting the...
“Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.”
.Where Did Deadline Hide?.
My band is never going to finish recording. We will be in the studio forever. I see no fair reason why.
.Music.
If my body was made of string, every loose end would be tied together by you. If ever a string should break, you would knot every slacked end until you had repaired the original whole.
You are the glue that binds every so tightly to the lining of my heart. Pump. Travel through my veins and give me the gift of life. Inhale… Without you I am dead. My body would only represent it self as a...
Sometimes I feel important. Sometimes I do not.
Sometimes I feel happy. Sometimes I do not.
Sometimes I feel creative. Sometimes I do not.
Sometimes I feel accomplished. Sometimes I do not.
Sometimes I feel nervous. Sometimes I do not.
Sometimes I feel alone. Sometimes I do not.
Sometimes I feel tall. Sometimes I do not.
Sometimes I feel anxious. Sometimes I do not.
Sometimes I feel...
.Direction.
It seems all of my post are directed towards one person. It seems I have forgotten about all of you who might actually give enough of a shit to read my post. They have become pointless, and for that I apologize. I am contemplating on deleting it. Therefore the one person that I direct anything to will no longer have to censor themselves. This is getting out of hand, and in my opinion, slightly...
February 2009
33 posts
.In The Night.
I’m writing stories in my sleep.
Vivid the color, true to the touch.
Casted out into a titanic flood of sheets, I make my way onto the ledge.
To jump and live would be a miracle, to live and not jump would be a disappointment.
Treasures aquired, aerial thoughts of greed.
Convenience yourself that within that sweaty palm lie the gold your heart desires.
Check only to find the platform...
“Never trust anyone who doesn’t smoke pot or listen to Dylan.
Never trust...”
– Dr. Squires
.Favorite Actor.
Sir Ben Kingsley. For sure.
.My Favorite Movie.
The Wackness. Amazing.
.Febuary 14th.
Was not a good day for me. I had my heart crushed twice in one day. Needless to say, it was not the ideal first V-day that I had in mind. When it comes down to it, I can name far more insulting incidents.
You can search all you want, but you will not find anything like I found. I hold no walls, and retain no secrets.
I loved the song, but now I question what it is about.
“Strapped to my back, I’ll carry the weight of the world.”
.Like Goat?.
Ram, what are you? I’m not sure, but you must be very important. Without you, everything turns into moving picture slides. I have a hard time enjoying anything without you. I would like to find a Ram farm and steal one for my lady. Or do I need more than one? How many Rams would be considered the proper amount? I don’t want to come home under equipped with Ram-a-lamb-a-ding-dongs....
.Hip.
Is my hip chipped? I’m not sure, but I know it hurts like a bitch at times. I smacked it, just to test, and thought I was going to piss myself. It hurt. Well hopefully its not, and it heals in time.
“Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion,...”
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Strength is in numbers.
Numbers can be found on a clock.
.Monday.
I am out of touch with myself. Although I may not have all of my thoughts in line, I feel that I am in tune with my surroundings. This may sound odd, but it is very true. I feel that as of right now I am a fly on the wall, observing my own life. All decisions made are from a third party perspective. I am trying to make logic of what is going on in my life. Hopefully the feet beneath me will lead...
.Moral of the Story.
If something is too good to believe, it is.
.Im Dating A Tumblet.
Ha! I’m proud of her… I know how much she enjoys writing.. she works so very hard in life to accomplish what is needed. She is a great example of how people should prioritize and kick ass. I love her.
I have a bike. I am a happy guy. I need a seat. I need some brakes. I need some shoes. I’m ready to kick it.