Saturday, March 17, 2007
Last day on earth
So here I am, 12 hours away from my ride out into the unknown universe. This is also known as Vancouver. The buses must be running. I have not been thinking lately, or perhaps I have... I need to create another reality, this one has gotten desperately boring. I think I will be writing a lot on this trip, yes, the bus ride will be painful without thoughts and words and sketch pads. I need to pack.
Ordinary Friedday
I've began writing more parts to Cartoon Acid. This passage is one, in which I find a small connection with:
The flowers were reborn, one after another. Replenishing constantly. She blinked and looked away from the couch. Her eyes slowly climbed through the rug and over the desk. Looking through the window and out into the shady landscape. It was beautiful. Without a doubt in her mind, she knew the sun would rise up tomorrow.
It is hardly much, but it is a start for now. Atleast I am writing something now. Bah. This could be quite frightening though, to write as much as I once did. To enter my realm of psychosis. Boy. Perhaps, I like it. I will venture back soon. He came over again today. And a terrible accident occured. My record player had fallen, due to my own stupidity, onto my precious tea pot. Both items are as useless as I. Pathetic. I am so. Maybe if I had a logical brian, this would not have occurred in the first place. Perhaps... maybe. We're off again tomorrow, to maybe buy a new tea pot. Maybe baby. I am not sure. I have been waiting for Davis to help me with this game. I am useless, can't even kill a snail. What good am I? To anyone? This is quite depressing. I suck haha. And now here's Tom with the weather. Sometimes I like to pretend I am god. I guess I could be in a way. Creator of my own destiny, a godly figure. I am not sure. I have been playing more guitar than usual. Which is good, although... the bus ride could be cancelled, we just will not think of that now will we? No. That is the answer.
My father is a beast tonight. He drank tonight. But, did he drink because of me then? My mother had mentioned to him something about smoking and he freaked out which I am not sure why. He should just fuck off because we are not family. Not I and that thing. I have no guilt, if he did drink because of me. I am his bastard child, yes I like to make it sound as discusting as possible. This family is discusting. I just need to, live in the now. Soak up the good, and kill off the bad, then leave when I get the chance. Adios ameigos.
The flowers were reborn, one after another. Replenishing constantly. She blinked and looked away from the couch. Her eyes slowly climbed through the rug and over the desk. Looking through the window and out into the shady landscape. It was beautiful. Without a doubt in her mind, she knew the sun would rise up tomorrow.
It is hardly much, but it is a start for now. Atleast I am writing something now. Bah. This could be quite frightening though, to write as much as I once did. To enter my realm of psychosis. Boy. Perhaps, I like it. I will venture back soon. He came over again today. And a terrible accident occured. My record player had fallen, due to my own stupidity, onto my precious tea pot. Both items are as useless as I. Pathetic. I am so. Maybe if I had a logical brian, this would not have occurred in the first place. Perhaps... maybe. We're off again tomorrow, to maybe buy a new tea pot. Maybe baby. I am not sure. I have been waiting for Davis to help me with this game. I am useless, can't even kill a snail. What good am I? To anyone? This is quite depressing. I suck haha. And now here's Tom with the weather. Sometimes I like to pretend I am god. I guess I could be in a way. Creator of my own destiny, a godly figure. I am not sure. I have been playing more guitar than usual. Which is good, although... the bus ride could be cancelled, we just will not think of that now will we? No. That is the answer.
My father is a beast tonight. He drank tonight. But, did he drink because of me then? My mother had mentioned to him something about smoking and he freaked out which I am not sure why. He should just fuck off because we are not family. Not I and that thing. I have no guilt, if he did drink because of me. I am his bastard child, yes I like to make it sound as discusting as possible. This family is discusting. I just need to, live in the now. Soak up the good, and kill off the bad, then leave when I get the chance. Adios ameigos.
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