Update-January 4th

Things seem to be going along nicely. I've simply been too lazy to find writing and post it here. It is coming, I promise. But not all at once.

By the way, I require no one to read my rantings. They're metaphors for what I'm going through sometimes, and just flowery language other times. Mostly they help me get things off my chest and frequently provide inspiration. Also it's fun for me to retrace my thoughts; what was I listening to, where was I, what was I doing...

It appears my "lack-of-words" affliction is beginning to lift. Any of you who were following that, rejoice. I am becoming much quicker with determining the proper words for situations after a brief fallout of said skill.

I think that's all for now. Hello any and all. Enjoy.


Today:
It was interesting. It's Friday. These last few weeks have been very up-down-up-down. Soo, today was no exception. I wish I could release another balloon.

Today's Flow of Words

I tasted the forbidden fruit. It would be a lie to say it wasn't good. But the grass is always greener. The pain you feel will absolve you from sin. Remember what you refrained from. The chain link fence turns to an iron curtain in your mind. Forcing your memories to be forgotten. Remember what your forgot, little cricket. Float up in ever-lit ecstasy. Be high without drugs. Think of the things we used to know, think of the past. Now look the future and apply the past.



Today's rantings. You're welcome, pshah!

Today's Rantings

You want something to remember? Once in a lifetime? Hold tight to the umbrella so that you may rise up. Hear the call, follow the signs to your death. Remember the jar of bait, follow the trail. The lights shine and flash in your eyes. Blood, like syrup, drips from the many wounds inflicted. These days all is high definition. The next step, who knows what it will be? Thyme for time. Does anyone really remember the "good ole days?" Where is your heart at this moment? Is it stationed where you think it is? Or has it gone wandering on its own to be stepped on and killed?


Man, that sucked. But I feel better, having constructed some sentences.