Everything Has Changed

I did some rearranging I think you will find it pleasantly surprising that after so long everything can change.
Let's be honest with one another nothing really changed for us only for them.
The mirror is much more transparent than the window.

A Warning a Little too Late.

I watched a film today.
Made me think about the fragility of humanities place in the world.
Sounds like a stupid fucking cliche but I actually haven't felt so questionable, awkward, foolish.
TV still plays behind me and sets up barriers in my mind, so hard to articulate. This is a morbid fucking excuse for self expression but the compulsion to push this pen into the paper is irresistable.
DON'T READ THIS!

Something to Fill the Chasm.

Hurtling down the road eyelids peeled back hair tearing from our scalps we launch ourselves into the unknown.
It's comforting to know nothing and have no way of making comparison.
But it makes the chasm so hungry sending out tendrils seeking anything in the infinite to fill it's incessant hunger.

I have hope and that is just as good as uncertainty.
It all looks good from here I just have to avoid looking down.


NG.

The First Image

I have decided I will begin posting photos which I have taken spontaneously.
Although this may pollute the mind of the reader with influence I can however hope that it will instead enhance the experience.
I will eventually get around to changing the layout of this blog to something more appropriate, I do enjoy the irony of the current style but I am no longer comfortable with it.

Do Not Disturb.

I am:
Inebriated.
Fornicating.
Depressed (this may be a due to a lack of the fore mentioned circumstances).
Sick (this too may be attributed to one or both of the above).
Dead (yet again see the above).
Pregnant (this is a combination of the two).
Sleeping (meaning I have just been involved in one of the previously stated activities).
Drawing (in this circumstance I would have either a lack of fornication or just been relieved of the affects of a mind altering substance, maybe both).
Writing (because I am passing time until one of these things occurs).



The End

It should Have Been Said Yesterday.

I now have a pen of my own.
Meeting friends also on their way home.
Head swelling, bad writing, keep on writing I found a pen after all.
Am I tempting fate by assuming this position?
Higher ground I guess.

A paragraph that felt like an eternity passes by me, I am just the blink of an eye.

Less somber mood than earlier no doubt my little green friend has a hand in that.
Jaw still clenched, starting to feel claustrophobic in this skull.

So many words to get out of my head this is only the beginning, good place to start.
Brief instructions sparing all unnecessary detail.
This is the end, good place to finish really...
But time is a human invention so maybe it's not.

Watched them descend the glass staircase.
Instructions to vague, time to elaborate.
VOID the last statement visual contact has been made.
Am I starting to sound like someone else?
That's rhetorical.

Today.

The water is creeping closer, it wants to drag me in.
I walked for hours, didn't find anything but I didn't know what I was looking for.
Lights are signaling me from the distant shore (sure).
I consider my suicide note without the suicide.
I get a call I need to verify my little brothers age, I lie and he is thankful.
I'm sitting on the edge of the river writing with a borrowed pen, I guess it's kind of romantic.
I want to accomplish something.
"It's been 30 days out here 15 left to go" he growls.