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Monday, 21 March 2011

  • 23?

    Dear Creator,

    What on earth happened to 22? I thought I wrote that post a month ago. It's a pity...I love writing but it has somehow slipped from my fingers. But of course, it's 2.30am and I have a job tomorrow, not to mention the fat piling scrumptious breakfast at McDonalds I promised to the other interesting humans in a few hours. Mmm. Worth it. Not the food obviously.

    The word 'application' seems to sum it up nicely. Application blooming from the sheer force of questioning the methods propelling me to test them. Some of them work, some wobble, and some seem like a dream in a dream or an actor acting an actors role. Which is more real? The actor or the actor? Bah another sentence bigger than my comprehension but too tantalizing for my appetite of the un-kapishables. Do I really have to pen down everything i think when I do take the time to; jumping from mushroom to mushroom? Oh but it's a balloon of fun though. While it lasts. Flimsy. Flimsy stacks of sentences forming some sort of structure I'd like to call a blogpost every once in awhile. It might take flight like a goofy albatross or it might sink with the other Picasso's. But seriously what does the effort grow? Considering the great timing of what is now 2.42am. Let loose and let flow. Merely because of that, love. For the sole reason of gushing the slosh in our brains to collide with your brain's slosh. And so we continue to add a great deal of Earl, Darjeeling, Peach, Lemon, Chamomile into the same teapot not entirely sure of the teabag's source and genuinity. We are beautifully confused. I notice it. I love it.

    So...application. Sugar cubes. Wait, what's brewing first? Nevermind that. But what about it's flavor? Undistinguishable and muddled. But sugar helps. Real sugar always pleases. A sort of unprepared, reckless, uncooked application of 22's vows. Yet still, good sugar. Application, sugar. 

    Wait what? I have no clue. Beautifully confused and content. Walk the plank and enjoy the seabreeze. 2.56am. Why now? Because the self-surprising mind gains comfort in it's capabilities to impress itself. A self-sustaining ego booster.

    Oh, really now, because for a second I thought you had no conclusion my friend. Sort of kind of true. Well lets make one.

    Yes.

    Everything I just wrote sums up the feel of 22's underlying soul. Which is?

    I am clearly not sure.

    But that's good.

     

    3.08am

Monday, 12 July 2010

  • Currently
    My Soul Sings (CD & DVD)
    By Delirious?
    My Soul Sings
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    22

    Dear Creator,
    Thank You for the oxygen running through my veins. Thank You for the masterpieces You paint for my eyes and stir for my ears. Thank You for the bonds that hold me up and the rain that melts me down. Thank You for these questions that swirl around and around till I fall flat on my back just to have me facing up to Your sky of answers. Thank You for those little glo-in-the-dark jellyfish-like insights You let float into my eyesight daily. Thank You for the people you let me meet, and all of the peculiar balloons of views they bring. Thank You for the awesome food in my tummy everyday and the option to pick and choose. Thank You for speaking to me, I love that. Thank You for 22 years of ups and downs, whirls and wounds, laughs and frowns, peace and sounds, kings and clowns, hills and mounds, mud and crowns and just pure life. But mostly, thank you for love. Yes. Thank You for that good stuff I don't deserve and under-appreciate. Open my eyes to see the wonderful mysteries of it.
    Make me a man after Your heart.



Monday, 10 May 2010

Monday, 05 April 2010

  • Currently
    The Open Door EP
    By Death Cab For Cutie
    Different Names For The Same Thing
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    I've always loved this song. Especially on long dreary bus & train rides sitting in the diner section of the train.
    No defined stand point nor objective. Just words that are good to sink in for awhile.


    here you go........link

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_x0Hel7eoY

    Who's reading this anyway?

  • Currently
    MMHMM
    By Relient K
    Who I Am Hates Who I've Been
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    I watched the proverbial sunrise coming up over the Pacific. You might think I'm losing my mind but I will shy away from the specifics...
    'cause I don't want you to know where I am,
    'cause then you'll see my heart in the saddest state it's ever been.