trading spaces

i just found some of my original (and only) blog posts from myspace that i thought would be interesting because i'm deleting the account (and creatively lazy tonight).
these are so not worth reposting...


on writing Friday, April 07, 2006
my writing is what it is. consecutive words on a page. symbols without meaning. philosophy without soul. death without any closure.
...at least i'm not playing video games all day.


the innocence of the devil Thursday, April 06, 2006
I just breathed in. Wouldn't you know, I inhaled ceasar's last breath! It was stale and coated my lips with distrust. A hint of olive pervaded my nostrils. I now look to the sky and see the multi-faceted web of gems, blinding me with its reflective beauty. The light leaks through my retina like the sun pierces the ruby stone. For a moment, peace is mine.


a new day Monday, April 03, 2006
when i was a smarter human being in this world, yet still not being in this world. when a girl was just a girl and not a life decision. when this keyboard was less an extension of my thought and i was ollying the soap box instead of standing on it. when nihilism was still just a confusing word in a dictionary. when my love abounded ignorant of restraints. when when when did any of this exist, and where did it stop doing the same?


thawed mud and stripped clothing Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Maybe I'm wrong but a song isn't just a song and a strong "ism" just created a long pause. Emancipate yourself from the grandfather clause. Talk to Gods with psychadelic frogs. Ask them the question for which your heart truly longs. But feel free to forget while you toke on your bongs. Because the groove's on this vinyl don't skip and the moves on your rival won't stick cuz rubber ain't glue so your libel. Purpose is lost in this haze of purple porpoises and grimy bar stools. Sand stuck in my sandals.
Remember that?

A man at that same sticky fallen ground said "It's not rocket surgery."
If he thinks so, there must be hope for humanity.