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• 19Mar 10

  For ***** and Giggles

  So I'm sitting here trying to think of something I could write that would awe and amaze those who chose to read it, even though my writing ability isn't exactly amazing, but... nothing revolutionary or epiphanic is coming to mind. I have no epic poems or original prose or even hilarious rants at the edge of my cursor at the moment. I have no lame surveys to complete or stupid facebook quizzes, and no momentary diversions from the monotony of the information highway. Just like the "1,000 channels and nothing to watch" conundrum, I sit here wondering why there's nothing to do online, with billions of web-pages to explore. Older generations would call me "a ******* imbecile" for thinking that, and not finding something "productive" to do with my time, but I say go to Hell to the lot of them. They're all going to die first, anyway. That aside, I'm still left deciding what to say. I suppose I could say nothing, but then I just wasted the last ten minutes, so that would be stupid. I could talk about what's wrong with the world, but that would be like naming every star in the universe, something I know you won't read. I could talk about what's right with the world, but that would be a list far shorter than what I have already written, and I would be done already. Of course, I could talk about how cynical that previous sentence was, but considering recent events, that would be a paper cut instead of a stabbing. I could talk about a favorite subject of mine: politics. Unfortunately, many people find the topic either boring or offensive, or are simply ignorant on the subject. While entertaining and a huge ego boost, such people become very annoying after just a short time of making fun of them to their faces while they don't even realize it. The problem is, ignorance is just sad, and it pisses me off, frankly. So that topic's out. I suppose I could rant about something that pisses me off, but lately those things are personal, so no-go. And it's funny, but while I've sat here and thought about what to write, it turns out I wrote an entire note about... nothing. Diddly squat. Zippo. Nada. Zero. Absolutely nothing. Congrats on wasting whatever amount of time it took you to read this. That's exactly the amount of time you just lost off of your life, and will never get back. Thanks for reading!

  • Posted Mar 19, 2010 4:22 pm GMT
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• 19Mar 10

  Playing in the Rain

  Plain expanse of endless white
  Stretching beyond my horizons.
  Is it my destiny to fill that void
  With the ink of my blood?
  Am I bound by unseen and unwritten laws?
  Is this what it has come to?
  
  I'd rather go out
  And play in the rain.
  
  Reflections of me
  In molten drops of you
  Falling in rhythm to my footsteps
  On the soil of my mind.
  Not a care in the world,
  Least of all
  Hidden expectations
  Of ephemeral souls
  Hiding behind veils of innocence.
  Beneath me the ideas of the weak,
  Like worms through the clay,
  Slide headlong into their origins,
  And affect me not,
  Because
  
  I'd rather go out
  And play in the rain.

  • Posted Mar 19, 2010 4:16 pm GMT
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• 19Mar 10

  A Metaphor

  The Sea, the Sea, the Sea.
  That obnoxious temptress,
  Beguiling every 'free' man,
  With Her angelic face.
  Luring him closer, so
  That he may bathe in Her
  Inviting 'warm' water.
  Beware to the O' so
  Foolish fisherman, so
  Confident in himself.
  Nary a man escapes
  Her cold clutches the same,
  For you are the true bait.
  
  Cruel She can be, throwing
  Your pathetic dinghy
  About, as if to taunt you,
  While you bob amongst gulls,
  All equally stubborn,
  And also gullible.
  
  You foolish fisherman!
  Believing that you can
  Tame Her! Your laments will
  Not be heard among the gulls.
  
  Your only hope, the only hope,
  Is to keep a sharp eye
  Peeled towards the horizon.
  There you seek, that which all
  Gulls seek. A high beacon,
  Tall among the shell-shocked
  Coast. Bob if you will, bob
  Regardless of the Others.
  
  All paths in that turmoil
  Lead to the Tower White,
  For Her light doth shine bright.
  Amongst the untamed sea
  You may be, but with Her,
  You can never be lost.
  
  Like lemmings, they babble
  And bump into your now
  Iron resolve, stupid
  Dithering idiots
  That they are. You forge ahead,
  Through that cruel, cold ocean,
  Towards your beacon, towards your
  Anchor. Nothing weighs you
  Down so much as knowing
  She's not with you now, and
  You must continue through
  The surf, alone in Night.
  And but for the Mermaid,
  Who sits upon her rock,
  You would have lost your mind
  To the insanity
  A very long time ago.
  
  And yet, you continue.
  
  As the North Star has mapped
  The heavens for Man, She
  Maps your very existence.
  A compass is useless,
  When you have Her always.
  And so your life begins
  Anew, fresh from the Sea.
  
  What was once your own Hell,
  Is now your beginning.

  • Posted Mar 19, 2010 4:15 pm GMT
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