I'm ALMOST READY TO DO SOMETHING

HEAR SOMETHING

DO SOMETHING GO SOMEWHERE

BE somethin

REALLY LOUD SOMEWHERE

but first. I will go home and eat some steak and eggs. hell. yea.

BLONDIE

my head is turning into a bush
I lost my beanie for a week and it was the worst week of life thus far
Someone asked me if I have a blog and I felt stupid
my lucky boxers are now my unlucky boxers
I am INFJ and ENJF
(My level of outwardness/inwardness depends on the friends I am with/not with)
so many earthquakes
My perception of you is marked by your simplest actions (I feel like you are evil now)
I listened to GRizzly Bear's "Knife" 43 times today
I met Michael McClure, he taught me some poetry stuff
I saw Animal Collective, Avey Tare waved at me, I felt a bond
Saw Tao Lin and the sun was out that day I laughed a lot
picked up pink pillars from the yard, 35% of my room is now pale pink
my mother knows how to google now
I watched Little Miss Sunshine for maybe the 20th time
I am losing my vocabulary
I want something new
I wish I had the drive to become an astrophysicist
there are genuine people out there somewhere, I don't know many of them
if you ever come to my room
do not take a breath
because I was cremated in this air
that head is like a bush

ellipsis

dear self,
you're not interesting enough tonight
go to bed

amalgam of more-negative-than-not things

I think about high school. I think about how I got "lost" in the "real world" when I graduated. what is the "real world"? everything is real. life was simpler back then, but was it better? I don't even remember. I don't want it again. but I wouldn't mind that ignorant happiness.

again I question, repetitively, never ending, am I polluting the web right now? whatever the answer is, I think it is inconsequential, because I will still talk about the same things. Whether I am doing this selfishly or selflessly. Well, It's definitely not selfless, I don't do it for others. The question is, do I then do it for myself? I think, maybe, for my own entertainment. and out of boredom. do I get anything else out of it? Maybe it helps me to sort out my own thoughts, in my self reflection

When people leave comments, I get confused, because I think, "people read what I say here? How do they even find this blog?"

This blog sails through
the interSPACE
of the humming computers.
massive sails
and no god damn anchor.

blog warrior

i am turning into a lonesome blog warrior.  Of Don Quixote's status.