I wanted to post something, but I didn’t want to take the time to finish writing anything. So I copy and paste delirious facebook ramblings and call it blog! Italicizing myself for dramatic, confucian/bozoean effect I’ve finally won for real? Via choosing different races handicapped ones I have won what are you talking… Continue reading no effort – Facebook Pasting I
Category: abstract
More abstract posts, sometimes stream of consciousness, poetic or lyrical content, pieces of dreams, artifacts of the imagination, or incoherent rambling.
On Beauty
There is a thing about beauty In the connection that it brings Coupled with that smile and A tickle of eye contact Make the heart pump a little harder. The thing about beauty Is it provides a window for the soul To experience something or A moment or Someone Much more pure than I am… Continue reading On Beauty
King For a Day
Another unpublished draft. This one from January 25th, 2011 He wasn’t a great man, but he tried. Years of dedication and caring service to his people. He was king for a day. In that short revolution, he was responsible for the destruction of his empire. He suffered a spell of humanity, and now his legacy… Continue reading King For a Day
Assorted
It is a good time to write something, considering I’m feeling particularly empty right now. There’s a reason for that, which I’ll get to in a moment. My goal here is to churn out a few paragraphs, with each one covering entirely different territory. Just littering a small assortment of thoughts on the table, maybe… Continue reading Assorted
Remote control
I’ve got a robot version of myself. I don’t want to get into technicalities, but essentially, it is an exact copy of me; a remotely controlled clone. It is easier to call him a robot, so I do. The appearance, the mannerisms, speech patterns, everything down to the last hair follicle are a carbon copy… Continue reading Remote control
Tyrannical Dreams
I can’t help it that living in a world where Stevie Wonder drives an ice cream truck and sings with joy about killing one of my best friends as he makes constant attempted to obliterate him with his ice cream truck, ultimately leading to us sprinting into the back of his truck which is, in turn, a cafeteria with marble floors and tables that is at least a mile wide is more interesting than waking up every day and going to school, doing the same actions and hobbies on a regular basis, seeing the same faces, interacting with the same things and abiding by the same universal principles.