"Her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction." Yet here we are, laughing in the face of fate, flaunting happiness, a middle finger to all we're supposed to know and be. Is this a reward? Or is it some cruel way of picking someone up just to kick their legs out from under them, adding humiliation to the hurt. Irrelevant. The twist is that in rising up, you gave the one thing you should have kept. Belief. Honest to goodness faith. And so now, you can do what you like, it doesn't matter.
It's impossible to kick the legs out from under somebody who is flying.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
"Incidentally, I never wrote this and you never read it. Complaining doesn't help. Defining a thing in our rough and twisting words pulls it apart, pulls it out of the amorphous aether - reshapes it, locks it in a vowelled cage, and sin of all sins, makes it stick around. Some things are better off left whole and mysterious, sliding away."
Phenomenal writing.
Also, I hope there's a God sitting around somewhere who appreciates irony. All the irony in the world.
Phenomenal writing.
Also, I hope there's a God sitting around somewhere who appreciates irony. All the irony in the world.
Why being a drummer is...advantageous
Sorry I didn't follow through with my promise of a real post on Friday. I got...distracted.
It'll be fine though. It's been awhile since I wrote anything real.On here at least. Oh well.
Two weekends ago.
I went to the beach. $3.5 million house on the beach in Cape Hatteras. From the front of the house you could see the ferry docks and from the balks you could see the beach (It took me awhile to actually understand what a cape was, but I feel like it's fine now). The house was 4 stories. It had a pool, two hot tubs, a movie theater, 17,000 luxurious bedrooms, and a frickin' elevator. It might have been the most gorgeous house I've been in. There were 23 people there, and everybody got along perfectly. There was no superfluous drama, just people hanging out and enjoying each others company.
In short, it should've been absolutely amazing. And to an extent, it was. But the whole picture was missing something. Even though I had a good time, it could've been so much better. Soooo much better.
Flash balks to the real world. Other than the lineup, the week was pretty monotonous. I ended up going out Thursday and bringing home a traffic cone. Worth it.
Friday, I got a text around 4:30.
"Abduction in 5 minutes. Black car out front."
Alright, I don't have anything better to do.
6 minutes later, I'm in the trunk of Kyle's car as he's whipping around Oakhurst circle. I end up hanging out with them for the rest of the night. Somebody discovered a Natty gold mine; $7/case at Harris Teeter. The fridge is full. We geek out and re-create Star Wars battles (Death Star, Endor, and the one with the ATATs and the ATSTs in the snow). To avoid making poor decisions, I put my phone on the table and check on it periodically. At around quarter till midnight I check my phone and see I have 4 or 5 missed calls. From Molly. I call her balks.
"Hey, so I'm like 15 miles away right now..."
Words no longer do this story justice. I guess you just had to be there.
I've never been so content with waking up at 6:30 in the morning. Ever. I've also never been so satisfied with/by a lot of other things (ohh maaan).
It was good to know I was even more right about things than I (could've possibly hoped for) thought.
Don't be mad. Or quasi-mad.
"On a scale of 1 to Kate Perry, how badly do you want to kiss me right now?"
Respect
It'll be fine though. It's been awhile since I wrote anything real.On here at least. Oh well.
Two weekends ago.
I went to the beach. $3.5 million house on the beach in Cape Hatteras. From the front of the house you could see the ferry docks and from the balks you could see the beach (It took me awhile to actually understand what a cape was, but I feel like it's fine now). The house was 4 stories. It had a pool, two hot tubs, a movie theater, 17,000 luxurious bedrooms, and a frickin' elevator. It might have been the most gorgeous house I've been in. There were 23 people there, and everybody got along perfectly. There was no superfluous drama, just people hanging out and enjoying each others company.
In short, it should've been absolutely amazing. And to an extent, it was. But the whole picture was missing something. Even though I had a good time, it could've been so much better. Soooo much better.
Flash balks to the real world. Other than the lineup, the week was pretty monotonous. I ended up going out Thursday and bringing home a traffic cone. Worth it.
Friday, I got a text around 4:30.
"Abduction in 5 minutes. Black car out front."
Alright, I don't have anything better to do.
6 minutes later, I'm in the trunk of Kyle's car as he's whipping around Oakhurst circle. I end up hanging out with them for the rest of the night. Somebody discovered a Natty gold mine; $7/case at Harris Teeter. The fridge is full. We geek out and re-create Star Wars battles (Death Star, Endor, and the one with the ATATs and the ATSTs in the snow). To avoid making poor decisions, I put my phone on the table and check on it periodically. At around quarter till midnight I check my phone and see I have 4 or 5 missed calls. From Molly. I call her balks.
"Hey, so I'm like 15 miles away right now..."
Words no longer do this story justice. I guess you just had to be there.
I've never been so content with waking up at 6:30 in the morning. Ever. I've also never been so satisfied with/by a lot of other things (ohh maaan).
It was good to know I was even more right about things than I (could've possibly hoped for) thought.
Don't be mad. Or quasi-mad.
"On a scale of 1 to Kate Perry, how badly do you want to kiss me right now?"
Respect
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
An Aria
Took my mind with your malice
It's the final time to go
I was on the corner, running still
Fight the anger, fight the leaves
It was autumn of my love
All the thoughts and moments winding down
So wait, again
Don't find the lies that answer
So wait, again
Don't hurt me by, hurt me by
So make, again
A dime-a-dozen love clichés
And feel the night we sang
October dulls, it dulls too soon
The lonely calling of the cars
Beating their way amongst highways
I'll find my way to them
The smell of memory and touch
Another visceral excuse to take
Another drink alone
So wait, again
Don't find the lies that answer
So wait, again
Don't hurt me by, hurt me by
So make, again
A dime-a-dozen love clichés
And feel the night we sang
Just find the moment
It's not coming back again
Your hair, it danced in summer wind
Just break the surface
I don't really know
The meaning, cause, and attributes of fall
So wait, again
Don't find the lies that answer
So wait, again
Don't hurt me by, hurt me by
So make, again
A dime-a-dozen love clichés
And feel the night we sang
Just find the moment
It's not coming back again
Your hair, it danced in summer wind
Just break the surface
I don't really know
The meaning, cause, and attributes of fall
I'll work up the initiative to write a real post later tonight, I think.
It's the final time to go
I was on the corner, running still
Fight the anger, fight the leaves
It was autumn of my love
All the thoughts and moments winding down
So wait, again
Don't find the lies that answer
So wait, again
Don't hurt me by, hurt me by
So make, again
A dime-a-dozen love clichés
And feel the night we sang
October dulls, it dulls too soon
The lonely calling of the cars
Beating their way amongst highways
I'll find my way to them
The smell of memory and touch
Another visceral excuse to take
Another drink alone
So wait, again
Don't find the lies that answer
So wait, again
Don't hurt me by, hurt me by
So make, again
A dime-a-dozen love clichés
And feel the night we sang
Just find the moment
It's not coming back again
Your hair, it danced in summer wind
Just break the surface
I don't really know
The meaning, cause, and attributes of fall
So wait, again
Don't find the lies that answer
So wait, again
Don't hurt me by, hurt me by
So make, again
A dime-a-dozen love clichés
And feel the night we sang
Just find the moment
It's not coming back again
Your hair, it danced in summer wind
Just break the surface
I don't really know
The meaning, cause, and attributes of fall
I'll work up the initiative to write a real post later tonight, I think.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Memories
Sorry, dedicated blog readers. The blogification juices haven't been flowing as freely lately. Bear with me.
I don't know why I'm pretending like I'm awake right now... because I'm not.
You know those notes on facebook where you're supposed to leave one memory that you and the note writer share. I've always wanted to fabricate a memory and then guilt trip them for not remembering it, but never took the initiative. Until now. Sort of.
Leave one memory in the comments section of this post. It can be happy, funny, or sad. Just make sure it's relevant, awesome and most importantly, completely made up.
That's right. I don't want real memories. Waste of my time. So tell me something I couldn't possibly know. Extra points if you convince me it actually did happen.
I don't know why I'm pretending like I'm awake right now... because I'm not.
You know those notes on facebook where you're supposed to leave one memory that you and the note writer share. I've always wanted to fabricate a memory and then guilt trip them for not remembering it, but never took the initiative. Until now. Sort of.
Leave one memory in the comments section of this post. It can be happy, funny, or sad. Just make sure it's relevant, awesome and most importantly, completely made up.
That's right. I don't want real memories. Waste of my time. So tell me something I couldn't possibly know. Extra points if you convince me it actually did happen.
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