Saturday, September 8, 2012
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Secret #1
My dears, my dear blog my ear and my brain.
We are all so different but we are both the same.
Theres nothing here to find but so very much to gain.
When in the end its everything or anything's to blame.
Remember when i met you. Remember there were words.
Tons of it, and mounds of it, Remember every word.
This blog is not a secret. This blog is just my brain.
Separate from the giggles, but so very much the same.
I feel its only pleasant, i feel its only sane.
To leave a riddle every month and play a silly game.
We are all so different but we are both the same.
Theres nothing here to find but so very much to gain.
When in the end its everything or anything's to blame.
Remember when i met you. Remember there were words.
Tons of it, and mounds of it, Remember every word.
This blog is not a secret. This blog is just my brain.
Separate from the giggles, but so very much the same.
I feel its only pleasant, i feel its only sane.
To leave a riddle every month and play a silly game.
Friday, August 6, 2010
The importance.
Of loving everything, at any cost.
I cannot even begin to stress.
I am planning my future around laughter. I have discovered how much i really need it. Not want it need it, no matter where i go.
But today is a day where laughter can be ommited, if not just for a second.
Today a very close friend has informed me of the worst news, an unexpected accident taking the life of her father. If she ever wanders the internet far enough, just know that tucked away right here are my deepest thoughts, and tonight they are with you and your family.
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What has happened can never be changed. The earth will still move, 23 degrees at a time. Things will still grow. Life will go on. But what they can change are they ways you live your life. Or better yet. The way you see things.
Sight is so important, especially the kind that precedes your eyes.
Things in a new light as some would say. Well, i believe things in the same light. But just from a better seat.
We take for granted so many things, many many things.
The faces we see everyday. The things we are able to hear. The luxury of interaction.
And this isn't just me speaking out of a state of sympathy. If we can all just change the roles of the pessimist, or the optimist, or the realist. And just take in life as what it is. Maybe we will remember some of it.
Then and only then can we stress the reason why we function.
It isn't game theory. It isn't political science. It's no chance.
We live to love. No matter what anyone says. Love isn't an opposing idea, love isn't a hypothesis.
It's as simple enough for us to accept, and complicated beyond our means of understanding because its not meant to be understood. Just accepted.
Just hopelessly accepted.
because one day you'll find that 23degrees will feel 3 degrees too short
and the earth will spin off its axis.
untill then
remember the importance
I cannot even begin to stress.
I am planning my future around laughter. I have discovered how much i really need it. Not want it need it, no matter where i go.
But today is a day where laughter can be ommited, if not just for a second.
Today a very close friend has informed me of the worst news, an unexpected accident taking the life of her father. If she ever wanders the internet far enough, just know that tucked away right here are my deepest thoughts, and tonight they are with you and your family.
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What has happened can never be changed. The earth will still move, 23 degrees at a time. Things will still grow. Life will go on. But what they can change are they ways you live your life. Or better yet. The way you see things.
Sight is so important, especially the kind that precedes your eyes.
Things in a new light as some would say. Well, i believe things in the same light. But just from a better seat.
We take for granted so many things, many many things.
The faces we see everyday. The things we are able to hear. The luxury of interaction.
And this isn't just me speaking out of a state of sympathy. If we can all just change the roles of the pessimist, or the optimist, or the realist. And just take in life as what it is. Maybe we will remember some of it.
Then and only then can we stress the reason why we function.
It isn't game theory. It isn't political science. It's no chance.
We live to love. No matter what anyone says. Love isn't an opposing idea, love isn't a hypothesis.
It's as simple enough for us to accept, and complicated beyond our means of understanding because its not meant to be understood. Just accepted.
Just hopelessly accepted.
because one day you'll find that 23degrees will feel 3 degrees too short
and the earth will spin off its axis.
untill then
remember the importance
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Leave of Nonsense
Dear Blogg,
Currently there are too many knick knacks in my brain to really do you right.
That is why there will be huge gap of nothing. Much like the grand canyon.
But dont worry. It ll just be for a bit.
My return.
Shall.be.GLORIOUS.
Currently there are too many knick knacks in my brain to really do you right.
That is why there will be huge gap of nothing. Much like the grand canyon.
But dont worry. It ll just be for a bit.
My return.
Shall.be.GLORIOUS.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Alert! Alert!
This is an Emergency Broadcast!
great omens tonight.
justsawboobiesonthetele.
love jason
great omens tonight.
justsawboobiesonthetele.
love jason
To home, or rome. Part 1.
"Thats when i heard murder! You killin me , you fillin me with sorrow! sunrise goodbyes and missing you tomorrows"
Sometimes. All the time. When i watch the travel channel i get really moody. I want to travel so bad. I need to travel so bad. Not because i want to get out of here. (that's a lie some days) But because i am in dire need of story(s). Peoples and buildings. But not like how a hipster appreciates people and buildings, cuz he doesn't. Ill be damned if i am anthony bourdaining (proper noun as a verb BAM) with a rapist mustache and over sized glasses. No way jose. I want to walk the market alley streets of japan. I want to sleep in a gondala. And i want to float right into a metropolis. I want to jump roof top to roof top and raid huts. Vandalize whole islands. I guess its normal. every teen must dream of flight. Its mandatory.
things i must see:
cobble stone streets.
cobble stone
a bench in the middle of these streets
A chocolate boutique shop (old school style)
A pie shop (old town style)
Wind mills.
real paper lantern festivals.
real hip hop.
A real italian pizza maker or butcher with a handle bar mustache
alley cats
A masquerade
a Comedia
street food in plastic bags
sand dunes
paper lantern festivals.
Since i was a kid there's something about paper lanterns that i am obsessed with a little (lets reserve this thought for a later blog)
"and thus he traveled very far, very far, over land and sea"
comewithme?
oneday.
Sometimes. All the time. When i watch the travel channel i get really moody. I want to travel so bad. I need to travel so bad. Not because i want to get out of here. (that's a lie some days) But because i am in dire need of story(s). Peoples and buildings. But not like how a hipster appreciates people and buildings, cuz he doesn't. Ill be damned if i am anthony bourdaining (proper noun as a verb BAM) with a rapist mustache and over sized glasses. No way jose. I want to walk the market alley streets of japan. I want to sleep in a gondala. And i want to float right into a metropolis. I want to jump roof top to roof top and raid huts. Vandalize whole islands. I guess its normal. every teen must dream of flight. Its mandatory.
things i must see:
cobble stone streets.
cobble stone
a bench in the middle of these streets
A chocolate boutique shop (old school style)
A pie shop (old town style)
Wind mills.
real paper lantern festivals.
real hip hop.
A real italian pizza maker or butcher with a handle bar mustache
alley cats
A masquerade
a Comedia
street food in plastic bags
sand dunes
paper lantern festivals.
Since i was a kid there's something about paper lanterns that i am obsessed with a little (lets reserve this thought for a later blog)
"and thus he traveled very far, very far, over land and sea"
comewithme?
oneday.
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