Picking the scabs of old thoughts. The first speck of blood surfaces as does the familiar feelings of broken promises, transitioning to dying expectations. BAM. The sound of 80's dance music emits into the two ears of the soul who needs the music most. What seems to be a small head dance to this techno music, turns into him swirvering in his swiveling chair, busting out the air guitar to match the solo of non-existent music.
1 2 3 4. The heart of the he, who thought to be soulless, founded a new generation for his heart beat to follow. His diagnosed heart from birth was called a heart murmur-- Always missing a beat and not feeling the difference. Ten years later this soul walks down a street of coffee shops who all just so happen to serve dogs instead of humans. He thinks to himself "I think it's time to leave this town." At the press of a freckle (located behind his ear), he closes his eyes and BAM! A gust of smoke takes his place and all is left is a 3 inch water gun he won at a magic show in a wolf invested forest when he was seven. The point of this story? To surf the neuron waves within my mind. Here in reality I am surrounded/outnumbered by a classroom of MAC computers, my half eaten yogurt, and CHEEZE-Its. I live for wicked guitar riffs, meaningful conversations, and the heart of my sisters and parents. Love is something to be felt, not learned. Exploration of the mind helps me be me. A creator.
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- Put on deodorant - Jam out to Glycerine by Bush - Crank out a paper, fold socks, etc. - Enjoy the October sunshine Sidenote. My dog Roo has been needing to poo all morning and hasn't. After taking her out and being patient to her needs, she still did not drop the load. So, after explaining this to my father he goes, "You have to tell her jokes and tickle her butthole." Didn't wanna know that? Yeah me either. Shiver me timbers. Here's a small anecdote
Wake up analyzing the odd dream my neurons were so proud to fire within my brain. Eventually flop out of bed to then eat five (snack size if this helps my case) twix's outside to enjoy the dense fall air, while playing my out of tune ukulele. Stuffing the wrappers in my shoe because I have no pockets. Go to put on Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back", end up crying joyful tears in the commercial prior to the video. Mother nature is quite the jokester, inducing my emotionally level to the slightest extreme. I normally would've skipped the commercial after the five seconds, but something was different about this one. Revlon took couples and asked them some deep/not so deep q's about the love of their life. I cry because meaningful human interaction is a beautifully warm concept and I couldn't be happier people tap into this energy of solitude. I smile in a room of no one and laugh because life is beautifully odd, full of synchronistic tranquility. To appreciate this factor I do so with human expression. This Fall, most chicks bust out their tall leather boots, their precious sweaters they eat tubs of ice cream in, and scarves. I am afraid to inform you this is not what Fall has in store for me.
A wise man named Justin Timberlake gave me an idea. This fall instead of bringing sexy back, I decided to bring my congestion back. My sinus' are aching to the beat of congestion and all my mornings have consisted of hacking loogies whenever possible into a small white bowl (sorry mom). Essentially, my immune system decided this one more me. Either this shizz is allergies (I HOPE NOT). Aside from allergies I'm denying, life is good. Each fall morning breeze awakens me more than the next. The October night sky captivates my mind out of thought and into the now. My ukulele has been out of tune for about a week now, so I've turned to playing the guitar. Talk about a monster. Transferring what I know on the tiny one of a kind uke onto my Dad's old guitar from the 70's has been going swell indeed. If my one, very proud callus could talk it would be singing Bob Dylan. Adios amigos. Beach day with onion layers of clothes, we say summer goodbyes. A friend and I painted with the energy from within, as well as the atmosphere of the beach.
Glad we packed our dance moves and snacks. Such a one of a kind day. Thanks to the rip tides of the water my shoes got soaked as did my soul. Dense with the hydrating air also known as negative space. Starting to think the attraction to water after a full moon isn't such a coincidence after all. My brain has 90% water so it was cool to be with such a body of this liquid today. Being human is pretty effin cool. Not as cool as my wool socks though, don'tchu forget that |
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