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21 Feb

“it takes time”

About half of my existence is spent pondering the Could-Have-Beens, the little moments where my meddling took me down one path or another. It could have happened. A lot of things could’ve happened, but hell, if they did then things would be a lot different than they are now.
I’d imagine it so.

There are three things that don’t belong to me on my wall- well, not so much not belonging to me as not made by me. Or both-
One of them is a scratched drawing of a ‘peace robot’ on that special black-coated paper that has bright colors underneath. A boy at my church gave it to me. It is made of awesome.
There is also a print hanging above it- I found it in the trash can in the art room before winter break- it’s actually Jacob’s, and I wonder if he’d like it back. It is very well made. He printed it somehow so there are about three repeated copies, all on top of each other, flipped over and twisted. I don’t know how he did it, but I aim to replicate the feat.
Under that, I have a folded-up copy of a poem Wil wrote (well, not so much wrote as pasted together) that I found crumpled on the sidewalk outside Mrs. Grace’s room. It’s almost not his style-Wil usually writes poetry in long alliterative sentences- but I like it nonetheless. I can’t read it from my bed, but I can see the little words serpentining down the page.

Those are my three ‘foreign objects’.

I used to be afraid of a lot of things.
Stupid things, like geese and bees and stingrays and large dogs and the dark-
but I’ve realized, over the years, that these sorts of things are inconsequential. I know what I really fear, at least nowadays:
Being alone;
Change;
Being ignored or forgotten about;
and helplessness.

I’m going to try to face my fears, one by one.
It’ll take a while.

elephant in your brain

4 Feb

Reminding you you’ve got to make a choice: put his arms around you slow, ‘cos you tense up like an armadillo…

Sorry, got a little carried away there with the lyrics ‘n’ all.
My room smells like incense. It is rather nice. I am suffering from over-internet usage (and yeah, I know, this is also the internet but I DON’T CARE

Today, besides being awesome, was just one long day of Taschen & Hove battling it out inside my cranium. Not going to comment any more on that-

More midnight drabbles! These are from Tuesday, I think.
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The meaningless statues of our fathers’ childhood have become another villain to fight with our popularity figures who wear for to may gin and tonic. We would have known your practical preparations, yearling right alone with you I decided to change the feelings but never too, perhaps I’ll not make a fool of myself especially seeds
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There is a lot I wish I could read, but the ink overlaps itself in so many areas it is incomprehensible.
I want to sleep, but I know it is too early as of yet. Could I be reeling at this moment? Circling, waving like a flag in the breeze, wihout moving at all, yet- steam engine through me, my heartbeat an engine’s steady throb, a hum that permeates thought and soul and body
Of course, I am a waxing poetic, weaving my sentences together in time, time, time, and a sort of Runic rhyme- well I suppose this is where I leave, drop me off at my stop, please.