ohmygod.
so i havent really sat and written in you for quite some time now.im sorry; its just that my pursuits of late have not been tumblr-worthy, or ive simply been too busy to take the time out of my day to sit in front of my keyboard and just vent. not to mention the fact that i know that there are scores of people reading this, which makes me a little less prone to spill my deepest darkest secrets into you. my grammar sucks right now. my syntax sucks right now. my diction sucks right now. i cant punctuate, i cant enunciate, and my mind is a whirling cacophony of jumbled, senseless thoughts. i am the epitome of writer’s block. my mind feels trapped inside a cube of sorts, a clear box through which i can see the world moving around me, feel the eddies of time swirling too and fro as i am carried along with no control over my direction, no rudder with which to navigate this raging whirlpool that is life. i can see things; i cannot be seen by things. all of a sudden, my mind-box is thrown into the air, blasted free from the currents of life by the sudden entrance of a single person. is she the one? i ponder. i have split seconds to discern her intentions before all is lost. i see myself falling back towards entrapment-the water comes closer and closer, and from my unique vantage point i see that it resembles the sky. that time is both over and under, surrounding and throughout with no hope of escape save the liberty that this person can bring me. i have no time to contemplate my realization before my mind-box hits the water with the force of a penny dropped off of the empire state building. i guess she wasnt the one.
so why cant i stop thinking about you?
i realize the sheer ridiculousness of the whole situation. words can no longer describe my feelings, or at least my pitiful excuse for a vocabulary cant. so that’s it then; i guess we were over before we ever even began. that being said,
i really really regret the day that i first met you.
if i had known that you were the same as the rest of them, i would have never, ever talked to you. i wouldn’t have let you in. i would simply have left that night, and never looked back. because for a relationship that didn’t even happen, there sure is a lot of pain. and i guess that’s the worst part, the feeling of being shortchanged, conned somehow.
im tired. tired of bitching into you, little tumblr. so for now i’ll call it quits.
ben
i hate my effing internet connection that decides to spaz out RIGHT when i click “create post” after a piece of pure genius that will never again be replicated, never again be read or pondered over by another pair of human eyes. EFFF MY LIFE. what a bust. im cranky, depressed and tired.
im not going to try and remember what i wrote, because it never comes out quite the same, and im never quite as satisfied with the second product. so here’s a new one for you..
FCKTHMBTCHS
elucidation, leads to the realization-enumeration, of the problems that plague this nation-consternation, as i see this sensation-of a culture that has no cure to their addiction.
damn this one is not even close. FML. the meter is all jacked up and the anger that i felt this morning is no longer there. the title is no longer relevant.
i think that when striving to become a “starving artist”, or a “starving writer”, the precursor word carries about it an inherent nobility, or a badge of honor of sorts. hence, when my belly is full, my muse deserts me, always just in time for dessert. oh, the proclivities of my muse! if only she was more inclined to decline the proposals of the wandering spirits of the air, that toy with our fancies, our futures, and our fates! if only she would desert me no more!
i have no idea wtf im writing, and now im late for work -___- idk. ive been reading lots of speeches lately. although bryan’s cross of gold speech is good, kennedy’s crisis of confidence is my favorite. crap even more late to work.
exit through the gift shop
Banksy’s quixotic debut film is not only a triumph of guerrilla marketing; it’s the closest the anonymous graffiti artist has come to unmasking himself.
OMIGAH FGASDFGGFKHLLK;HJKFGSDSAF
grace is for everybody… but mercy is for those of us on the inside of grace that still mess up.
they’re killing me. so I went into e.l.t. on harvard ave. today and was browsing around when I came across these bad boys. these pens…are the ultimate pens.
read this summary about hi-tec c pens that I found on the web:
What are Hi-Tec-C pens?
This is not your average pen.
These Japanese pens are highly sought after in the US. They are very difficult to find, and are normally available only in stationery stores in countries such as Japan, Singapore, Korea and Malaysia.
With Hi-Tec-C pens, you’re not just taking notes, you’re having a writing experience. Pick up one of these pens and try it & you’ll be hooked. The super thin points allow for a precision unheard of with those thick, unwieldy pens found at office stores.
Does your writing require a pencil? Try the new .25 Hi-Tec-C pens! They are so thin they write like mechanical pencils, yet write smoother, cleaner, and the ink doesn’t smudge like pencil lead does.
Are you an artist? Hi-Tec-C pens contain a gel based ink that is insoluble with most pigments when dry (so they won’t bleed). Take detail to another level with a pen that cares about perfection just as much as you do.
Hi-Tec-C fans immediately recognize the brilliant design of these pens. Pilot Hi-Tec-C pens are available in .25mm, 0.3mm, 0.4mm and 0.5mm sizes and in a variety of colors. Join the club of Hi-Tec-C fanatics! We take our writing seriously.only problem was that they were selling them for $4 each at the store. and thought that is wayy too much for one pen. granted, it’s a great pen, but I’m not made out of money. so now, I’m trying to get everyone I know back in california to look for them for me. so for all my wonderful chingoos in california, pleaaase can you tell me if you come across them?? I’d appreciate times a bagillion.
LOLL I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT THESE ON SATURDAY!! and i wrote a haiku about them:
wait i dont remember it. it was on a friends bday card, maybe ill try to track it down haha but i remember the last line:
not worth it to me.
:P theyre like $4 each!!! o_O
