Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
enough with the emotions already
I don't really know much of anything anymore. Everything that I think about is two sided and I always agree with both sides. I feel like the Sandra Day O'Connor of my own head. Is that exaggeration? It could be, but in every situation that merits importance, it is true.
I could be a whiny little bitch and say its because my parents say mean ass shit about each other and I believe both sides. Or... I could be a man and say its because I'm a wishy-washy fucking teenager who doesn't know what he wants. Either way, I don't know what I want.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
short and not so sweet
I've felt like an asshole before, but this probably takes the cake.
Sorry for the short posts, haven't felt like writing much beyond the basic feelings lately.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Writer's Block Schmiter's Block
So my New Year's was actually pretty good. Got drunk with my aunt and uncle (don't tell my mama) and partied with some Los Angeles upperclassmen and some Scandinavian economists. Far out man. Anyway, the real reason I'm here:
The sunshine fades in the distance
Treetops point to San Francisco
The darkness suits your demeanor
You know someone's watching you, but you know that it isn't God
You use your atlas and your compass
You say we all need some direction
Well I've heard we're all slowly dying
And what's the point in even fighting if it all turns out the same?
Well I don't know
So please don't ask
Anything of me
Anything at all
My sister lives in New York City
I hear you can't see the stars
The night sky is my religion
We all feel so substantial, but we really are so small
And I'm not fond of Isaac Newton
He explained it all too well
And if I'm drawn to the center of the Earth
Than what's it gonna take if I ever want to leave?
Well I don't know
So please don't ask
Anything of me
Anything at all
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