Thursday, May 28, 2009

nothing really

just kinda doin nothin. enjoying the natural spa sauna of the surroundings. not sure if there's a universal heaven or if we have to build it ourselves. look for the good and procureth favor. whosoever trusts in the lord will be very prosperous indeed. the silence of night around here is a bit contrived. wish i had an indoor basketball court or gym to hang out at at night. cannot be a baller because comfort and stability are excellent servants. need a batmobile or some sort of vehicle from knight rider in times like these. a butler would be nice too.

everything seems to pause in sing-song environments. it's like there's a spell attached to it. got a typo corrected on my driving record. had to win that one.

feel like an adam without an eve. should either refrain from talking or be a man of few words. would work at the written word but work and writing poses a psychological dilemma. all work and no food equals very dissatisfied, starving, poor, defenseless mongrel.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

just messing

hate to sound dreary and weak but it's late and i need to feel like i'm contributing something to the mess of the world. soul-shattering experiences should be avoided. just a heads up. suffering humiliation is pretty bad anymore. propels and inspires surely. persistance pays off these days. it's like discipline on steroids. scholarly activities beckon me. Vacation time, maybe. Would love to work on a farm somewhere. Anywhere really. The sheer joy of labor is enough anymore. Suffering from genius again. In need of perspicacity, again. Will rattle off random thoughts in effort to extinguish urge to type.

The more I write, the weaker it becomes. The writer must suffer the bottom rung of society before his work influences the higher ranks. Starvation, poverty, and death are three surefire things that an artist must suffer if the work is to be worth a damn to anyone, ever. Unless, of course, the artist hates making art. Anyone that hates what they do have their work set out in eternity. Those who love what they do will lose it. Just a reiteration.

The Odyssey and the Epic of Gilgamesh are starting to read well. beginning to miss classroom lectures in academic settings. Careful not to speak too much mumbo jumbo, the guy in the sky seems to flood people in these circumstances.

Shame has become a point of speculation. something about a third nipple. difficult to profess. revealed on spirit quest to corn field. be careful with the ring of fearlessness--contains much life experience.

instruction is only necessary when the listener looks for said instruction. Yet, he who listens to all instruction will build a crooked house. yet the son of man will suffer much. yet, it's good to have structure. But, in order to show your fellow man that you have the wits to match, you must grow some balls and take matters into your own hands.

Talking to one's self is not necessarily evil. it can be said that one's body is one's servant and that the mind or spirit is its master. to take a ride in your car and ask yourself why you're such a klutz is perfectly logical in helping some part of your body understand the problem in order to rebound for any future discrepancies.

that's all i've got. in and out.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

on coldheartedness

i dislike it. it's an adversity against a person's dreams and desires. of course, one could say that a desire is simply a setup for adversity, so you get what you pay for. yet, it's hard for me to say anything really. i'm stuck in a time warp between fantasy and reality, fiction and non-fiction. again, the guardians of the threshold are there to either protect us or to protect themselves from us. it can work both ways. so many directions in life. just don't pick the wrong course. ah, pick whatever course you want.