I am

I'm completely unmanageable/ Though I'm not, you feel that I'm tangible/ I drive you in your darkest hour to become a cannibal/ But as heavy as I am it's completely understandable/ I'm a chain to your heart like a set of manacles/ I'm fates not so funny antecdote/ I'll make you unstable unable to repress the label of manical/ I am loniness, singlely uncurable.

Huh...

Mindless

It's completely incomprehensible. What is of tails and which sides is heads. Where do we stand or rather which side should we? What has happened to all the heroes. Numb. Emotionally numb. Nothing but white, white, white. Fade away. Into everything and melt yourself into a reality that doesn't really exist in any way shape or form but in your mind. It's nicer there. It's safe. Nothing's wrong. The party goes on all night or at least until you want a change of scenery. You can do anything there. Smiles are real and so are the people.

The people. The people will never lie to you, and if they ever do, you would know. It's your world after all. You are an all powerful omnipotent being that is watching a movie. And the actors of the play, you already know all the lines by heart. Pause, rewind, rewrite, redo any scene any moment. They can't lie and they won't. They will always do as you say because you say so. They make you happy. Oh so blissfully happy. No confusion, no complexities that you can't unravel because you wrote it yourself. Your friends are doctors, lawyers, great people. You are a business man with no daily business with the luxury of a king without the responsibility. Everyone who surrounds you affects you but the effects are never negative unless it has a point. The people here are safe.

How many of us have receded into their mind for a night, an hour, a day. Week? Everyone does it. Some people withdraw without knowing and confuse reality with their own. Now isn't that curious. I know I find it a safe haven. I know it's safe there. And that all those failed dreams, hopes, wishes exist there tangible. No matter that matter it is there. Is this world too much a harsh lesson that we can't learn so we decide to go away? Yeah.

I don't even know what I'm talking about. It was nice to empty some thoughts though.

It's Nicer There,
ShadowlessTomorrow

Uh oh...

Well shit, I think I got this really bad sore throat. Now luckily it doesn't hurt when I talk because my job requires my voice. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt when I swallow. Even goddamn water man. And I'm sitting at my desk drinking gallons, liters, barrels, whatever measurement you want to use. Doesn't help, just makes me pee every five minutes. (I think drinking too much water is bad for you) I'm going to switch to tea now in the hopes that the chinese had it right. They live forever those bastards.

I want my throat to stop hurting. Will someone come by and kill my throat for me... Please... I'll pay you.

I'm not getting sick. That's the only symptom I have. A sore throat, which I can still talk with. And besides that when I get sick which is very very rare... I get terribly, horribly the-world-is-ending-soon sick. The four times I've been sick I've almost died and people around me worry until their heads fell off. Not a fun sight to see. Apparently last time I was sick my fever was high enough to make me delirious. I wonder what I said. I remember bits and pieces but I don't remember much. Anyways back on topic, I don't want to get sick again... It's always bad for everyone around me. Lezz hope it's just a sore throat that will pass by soon. Hopefully...

I had a rant about old people but m throat takes priority. I hate it. I don't need a throat, someone can take it if they want to.

You know what I think it is, I think it's this crappy ganja I had over the weekend. My throat starting hurting after that day, or maybe it was the drink. Brew never hurt my throat before, strange. More random delirium later, If I remember.

Sandpaper in my throat,
ShadowlessTomorrow

Blog Virginity

I have decided to enter the Blogging realm. I wish me luck. Lezz hope that I don't get lost and caught up in this drug, sex, and rock and roll scene. Must keep my wits about me must stay true to myself. Yes yes. Must. Mustn't forget. (Musn't isn't a word?)

I have noticed that no matter how boring, dumb, and uninteresting someones thoughts may be, they feel compelled to share them with the world. Now I'm all about speaking your mind but these people don't have a fun thought in them. Sure, you'll see me talk about how I ate my cereal come one early morning blog but (i hope...) that will be a scarce event. Few and far between right. One would hope. Lezz hope together shall we? Why people think that they are interesting or even feel the need to reach out to others boggles me. bloggles me. (Small attempt at a blog joke. Did it work?)

*sigh* I know that I am venturing into this realm, with not a clever thought in place. It shall be interesting. It is late and I should write some crazy rant tomorrow. A forced rant. That would be very interesting, or at least I think it would be interesting. Now I'm one of those immensely boring bloggers now. One of the many. This shall be fun. I'll take silent satisfaction just thinking out loud. I like thinking. I like it so much I do it often. (wish other people would too...) (maybe... do you think... I think... I'm better than people? perhaps. Hmm interesting)

Out of thoughts or at least I choose to be. I'll write s'mores tomorrow. Or rather later on today. Fun times are to be had with this. Fun times.


My First Blog Was Painless,
ShadowlessTomorrow