Collapse without a reason. Lose without a chance. Caught with no escape. Sometimes you just need a moment to break down so you can rebuild yourself. Damn them if you’ll let them tell you who you are.
.you are Worthless
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I am supposed to write about myself, but I only find that I’m distracted by other things. Maybe toast, or what I’m going to eat for dinner the next day. I find that the tree across the street moves a little to often for a tree. There isn’t even any wind outside. Maybe its effected by the motion of the earth. Very often the earth moves. It moves everyday, all day long. There hasn’t been any recorded history of the earth being motionless, yet. That could happen soon. Strange things happen very often. The other day I saw a women get hit by a car. She broke her arm. Everything else was okay. I was eating a delicious sandwich at the time. I probably should have bought those books for class, but the library is easy enough to get to so that I can use its resources to complete my assignments for class.
One of which being this one, where I have to write about myself. I become distracted at certain times, and when my mind needs it most. When I start talking about something without significance, I tend to continue talking about other random things of little significance. I attend the NEiA for audio and media technology. One of my favorite things to do is discover new music and record music to play with and edit. I love being outside, and I love being with others outside. The intelect and diversity of those around me intrigue me and keep me atentive to things I would normally never notice. I am never intentionally late, and I always try to find the best way to keep the peace among everyone. I won’t look for conflict unless I strongly disagree with a position, and in that case I will always start with words before force. I think these are those most important things to know about me. They are not presented in any specific order of importance in my life. They are just random and are there, and happen to be who I am.
Begin to think for a moment of what you did this morning. When you placed your feet upon the ground, simultaneously throwing the covers from your chest into the corner of your bed, was there an abstract thought that entered your consciousness? There always is yet we never remember what it is the second after it occurred. Tomorrow morning, when that thought hits you, remember it. It will help you throughout your day.
Something screamed past me today.
It’s deafening cry drowning out the petty goings on
Of some middle-of-the day-street.
My head was down,
And didn’t see it rushing past,
But it’s thundering bellow pried my ears wide open.
As the howl rolled into the distance,
Where it would surely become the ire of some poor’s soul,
I thought of what I ate for breakfast.
And found that a little odd…
transcribing single-note melodies
to the traffic lights stuttering
and I think that they’ve been telling me
the same damn thing for years
This is a story of love, hate, fear, desperation, and disaster.
This is a story of how The Tin Whistle Menagerie has not been updated in a few days.
My friends and I,
We took a trip
to a far off land to find a man.
The man we were looking for was involved with replacing hotel floors with cotton candy.
This may come in handy one day when he knows what we’re looking for.
For now we need to keep our heads and discover the path that will lead out of this unworldly place we call earth.
Upon exiting a faulty facade we found we were face to face with a firing squad.
However we were able to avoid all projectiles coming our way by lightly plucking them from the air and tossing them right back from where they came.
Unfortunately our path brought us to an old rope bridge. This bridge wasn’t held up by ropes though, no. This rope bridge was supported entirely by toothpaste, bubble gum.
This is when we realized that the cotton candy man knew what he needed to know to know what we knew.
We didn’t actually need to cross the toothpaste, instead we needed to jump.
Lucky for us the floor at the bottom of the canyon had been replaced entirely by cotton candy, which was eaten in less then ten minutes.
And this is the story of how we lost the words to tell where we went.
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and thought huh, I think I might have been here before. Now you suddenly realize that maybe you have, but which one of you is remembering?
