I've been a very baaaaad writer. The past 6 months have been far too sinister to publish. i risk the danger of spreading negativity. Right now i'm far enough past it all to just say, 'i don't give a shit what people think'. I say this often, but honestly don't practice it as much as i should. So here I am. Might as well post on a poorly named blog that nobody will read.
Just so you understand, here's a small censored glimpse into what i'm talking about. After this, I promise, no more garbage blogging. Just rubbish blogging and trashing and other dirt related paraphrasing....
Excerpt from the Nov. 2008 word doc archive: Sometimes I think I’m high. I’ll be cutting a grapefruit in half; the most round and firm perfectly ripe grapefruit. As I slice the knife to expose the sensual innards my pupils enlarge 15 sizes. Tiny smell particles dance up to my nose.
That will take me back to 15 minutes earlier when I was walking on a crisp fall morning. Noticing a long city block of naked elms tangled together at the canopy level, methodic and soldier line straight at the trunk. They look like they’re protecting my neighbourhood. The summer leaves were merely a fancy costume they wear so they don’t scare the children who hop-scotch below.
I really hope I am high because this can’t be fucking reality. I’m falling down the rabbit hole, hoping there’s at least going to be a tea party involved. One more drink and ill be fine.
///ffwd a few weeks
Neurosis of the body & mind simultaneously occurring with the feeling of being out-of-control. Both of which feed each other making things all the worse. There is no way someone suffering like this could ever get used to being happy. Living in a house in Beausejour with a pantry full of baby food, you’d certainly find this house-wife face down in the river. Find my will under the pillow, all my files are to be left with a Mr. N.W. Instructions: please piece together years worth of disjointed ramblings to author my memoirs. Donate the profits to our magazine.
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aaaaaand wow. what a pessimist! who wrote that hogwash? Reality is the fact that i am now drinking a beer and enjoying the pure simplicity of a Monday tiredness coming over me. Now that I've explained my hiatus / lack of anything interesting at all, please forgive me. Know that there are thousands of words like the ones above, but there is no need to dwell. Lets move on to some music, engaging content, storytelling and general merriment. Spring is here.
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