What it Is

I have proven myself a failure at being consistent. Methinks this should be a place for me. Maybe not the collected me that makes sense. More like the me that likes to be. To wonder, to plan, to think, to understand. I want to write everyday. It is my hope that this is the blog that will facilitate that goal.

I dont make any promises. You could still call this my creative blog. But I'd like to think of it more as the debris that is left behind after all the normal thoughts blow through my consciousness.

Don't expect it to always make sense or be worth your time. I think the main goal if for it to be my sanity.

Mottled Light

Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Entry Twenty-Four

24. Amazing show. Not the last season so much. Everyone has their flukes.

I bite my lip too much. I think it could become a problem. That and the fact that Alice is still resisting. Is functioning too much to ask?

Ow. It hurts. She hurt me, he hurt me, I hurt myself. But for the most part the wounds are superficial. I haven't been cut deep in a long time. Something for which I am grateful.

There are several benefits to a break from classes. One is the relax time. Another would be the pressure taken off the brain. I find that my mind cooperates more when it isn't being bombarded.

I can get some things written.

"Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal."

That is not me. That is good old Albert. What an amazing guy. I think it would have been cool to know him.
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