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.: Thursday, March 11, 2004 :.
Another example of just writing what goes through my head as I think it:
flow around,
on stilts we'll crumble,
chase the ball,
its fan in trouble,
never heard,
the end is silent,
never saw,
the life of violet,
fear the light,
and try to hide it,
grab the moon,
from your fridge magnet,
dark and down,
this stupid tale,
had a dream,
but it went stale,
freshen up,
tommorow's coming,
draw your line,
and hope its snowing,
took a chance,
the wind was blowing,
smelt a fire,
that i got going,
so heres to then,
and no one knowing,
heres to now,
and time on flowing.
.: Tuesday, March 09, 2004 :.
From the tip of my brain:
clear as smoke in a bottle,
no matter which way you look,
from every view your crippled,
that sight a blinding crook.
Its the short versus I like the most, the stuff I don't think to write, the stuff that just kind of comes out of me before I realize whats happening. As soon as I try to write something, it usually turns into crap. I don't know that anything I've written is good, but when it pops into my head several months, or even years after I wrote it, I wonder.
Sometimes its not even the whole verse that stays with me, just particular lines that I can't seem to rid my head of. Its a good feeling.
.: Sunday, March 07, 2004 :.
insignificant. everything.
There are places in the world where the words like computer, or television, or food are incomprehensible. Tommorow, here could be one of those places. The power exists to erase all the luxury we bath ourselves in daily.
I'm studying to be a computer engineer, but in the long run of things the chances are that nothing i do in my life will have any sort of significant impact on anything. So whats the point. Why continue to study, when the ultimate purpose of what I learn is to extend a lie.
That lie of course being that the most worriesome thing in the world to me right now is that I have an assignment due tommorow, and I more then likely won't have it done on time. There are far worse things in the world then the worries I force myself into each day.
realizing all this is almost a disturbing kind of release from society. Nothing I do matters, so theres no pressure, but at the same time you see what really does matter, and feel guilty for having it so easy.
heh, to be five again, when none of this mattered.
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