What are you thinking now?

Oops oops oops DARN IT. I'm getting good at messing things up. But it was either mess it up, short term awkwardness, or not mess it up and my mind most likely imploding.

I have a MacBook!
Now I don't feel inferior any more because I use Windows.
Could be Linux though, too. But Leopardi is great too.

The monitor looks alot like the grid I awoke to three weeks prior in a very different house with a very different woman in a very different situation, and as it grows and fluxes with every word typed, my mind grows, fluxes, then reduxes as if also composed of mere symbolism on a page.

If i soak the page then the ink bleeds, scrambles, and I become useless and a nuisance to the notebook, as well as the vast world of literary critiques at large swarming around the freshest of corpses. They return. Eventually.

But the corpses lead me once again to those nerve receptors left dead from the over heating I'd experienced in those moments of sheer ecstasy, so far and distant from my fingers, and my keyboard, and these words.

The weight of this moment could kill me, but the weight of this year has been strained, retained, and emptied

kitchen sunk into an ocean. I still drown in my own body.

I wonder how long it will take to get the curiosity going? hummm

i have a lot to do. oh well.

hmm... who'd have thought! :D

I have thought of lots of things today, at times about creativity, at times fighting and other times taking a nap.

Gah. I just had to play Guitar Hero didn't I! I was going to sleep! I have work in like 14 hours! I have much to do in the day!!

Is writing to many writers, more of a mission they feel for themselves or of a pursuit?

Are futile questions cute because of the typified human futility, or simply another ugly trait cultivated in the weak state we NEED to survive this daily dose of ( )?

You know, journals are funny enough as is, but these type things simply... I choke. Tears, laughter, gag. Le gasp!

So the pawn plays pupil to the pupil plays I, then we wilt, son or not, into the hands of a half pound Jesus
Mary still suffers her cost, BLOOD LOSS

Abortion is awesome. I'm all for mandatory abortions. I think it'd make this new age blood orgy ALOT more interesting.

Anyone else find in peculiar that they keep choosing to suffer? It's fun for the bored mind, but hte repition... oh the endless cycles. Still looking for the random act of passive benign violence to break mine
only ode habit oath croak
gag gasp vomit
cry laugh choke.

Life's a joke. (and the punchline's suicide)
Life's a joke. (and the punchline's us)
a hoax...
so what's the flatline fuss? _____________________________ beeeeeeeeeep

oh for goodness sake!
:rolleyes:

I should reviseee!!

Gross. Only one word for that other thread, Scheherazade? I just can't do that....

Didn't think I'd like this song... but I kinda really do :D

Tea always soothes an upset stomach. Nice, nice.