Sunday, October 11, 2009


Ok well I think I have lost all my recent writings. Especially the ones I really liked. I don't know how I will ever come up with em again. Everything I write is generally done on a whim and not completely thought out. We shall see where this goes. Probably no where. Wish me luck. Other then that I really don't feel like me lately. I really don't feel much of anything. I'm looking for something, but I am not entirely sure of what.

I really need to look for my writing. I can't but keep thinking of where I can scrounge em up again. I am trying to put together a hand written book of everything I write. Not quite sure what I will do with it after the fact that I get it together. Maybe somebody will enjoy it. Maybe not.

So it goes.
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I am nothing, and yet I can be everything. I stand tall with barriers and armor built with paper mache. I am aggressive and yet I am quite passive. My job doesn't match my persona. Proof that ones job doesn't define an individual. I am a realist in nature, and perceived as a pessimist. The glass isn't half empty nor is it half full. It simply is as it sits. I hate the ideals of conformity. Be an individual and a free spirit. Not a mindless reality TV driven drone on endless proportions. Do not fall into the masses. I sometimes fall into self destructive patterns simply to push and pull at my emotions. There is no rhythm or reason to why. Simply put it helps me feel alive. I write and draw with no specific purpose. I enjoy reading books, and watching films that pull at every emotion. The kind that brings the slightest chill to your neck. I am not self proclaimed to being special. I have objectively different standards in life that at times others seem its hard to live up to. I question everything with "why" simply put to find intent. Its probably easier to try and not figure me out. You'll become lost in Translation.