Preconceived storylines.
We're malleable as we stretch across our timeframes, ever-expanding. Taking up more and more space, intellectual or otherwise.
I'm taking up so much space with my thoughts. Wrinkled brow. Itchy beard. Thinning hair. Released follicles are tension release. Clogged drain. I'll drown not in my sorrow (how poetic! If only...), but simply bath-water that is ever-rising, rejected by the follicled drain.
Oh boo-fucking-hoo. I'm actually relatively at ease now.
It's just the room, the sun, and the sky. I like to follow the Harvard School of grammar and utilize that extra comma before the "and" in a list. It is my little effort to uphold a dying grammatical breed. I like the idea of writing that is conscious of itself, commenting on the very manner in which it exists upon the page (or screen). Kind of like a lamer, internet-based John Barth.
I have included a Silversun reference somewhere in this blog. Enjoy the album.
I look back on the various events in my life: my europe trip with pup, my car accident, my grandfather's death (and the preceding three years of sorrow), androo blowing out the candles on my 7th birthday, when I saw Brand New play Deja Entendu from start to finish, discovering Casa del Popolo, crying myself to sleep because I felt alone and afraid I would die feeling that way, staying overnight by myself in the hospital when I was 4, getting Nintendo, watching my father nearly bleed to death, realizing I was in love and not knowing how I got there but happy that I was there, waking up and hating life, waking up to sunshine and a day that is completely mine and loving life, and that time when blah blah etcetera. Anyway, I look back at these and can only wonder if I was more alive then than I am now. But, as Peter, Bjorn and John (find their enjoyable album attached...and notice the lack of that last comma in their name) would put it, "I laugh more often now, I cry more often now, I am more me." I'm still in the process of figuring out who "me" is, but I have a better idea now than I did all those nights I cried myself to sleep and dropped my stuffed animals down the stairs in desperation.
