Stream of consciousness ranting

If you can understand this, let me know. I'll have to change it.

You push me against the curtain always. I always screw up when he's watching, it's a curse. I am still the nameless. So much happening, so much complaining. I'm not in love, it's just a silly phase you're going through. where is the truth in all of this? the rustic chord. tune me sharp, drop it down. watch as i spin. the chinese water torturing of my soul. so high, so high, where? spin, spin little people. Hold your pose right there. mix the fake smiles and match our bruised bodies. high kicks and salt licks. but remember your tall vowels. stretch them out on one of those devices. the snake of red, causing judgement all around. feel the callous, tape it all up. grin and bear it. shine through the pain. shine through the shoddy technique, watch as the catwalk falls. i am beaten, i am bruised. i won't give up, i will be better, i will be noticed, you will know my name.

Another Gust of Wind

Hello, you appear to have stumbled upon my blog. It's really just a place for me to put my thoughts. Similar to my commonplace book, however I can rant here.

I'm not entirely sure who this disclaimer is directed to. I don't exactly expect any visitors.

I'm also going to put some writing up here (like short stories and articles and such) to have a more permanent place for them.


Today:
Today I released a balloon. I feel much better now. I feel freer. When I let the balloon go, I tried to imagine all my troubles going with it.
Tomorrow is another day. Perhaps one with tea?