There's an eye in the sky watching over us all.
Pulling loved ones from the earth,
Never telling why.
I guess God needed a 9 to 5 dad with a family to feed.
And I'll never shake that man's hand.
May God's love be with you.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
10/22/1895
I haven't updated this in a while. I haven't cared too.
Sometimes I feel like my train just sort of goes of the tracks. For no visible reason. Maybe someone's out there toying with my railroad switches. Strength unimaginable is what I find most days when I wake, but occasionally its replaced with utmost paranoia. Delusions. Bitterness. Disposition towards anyone weilding happiness. Generally speaking, I lay this square peg of negativity down and do my best to stomp it through the round hole with my 10.5 Air Max 90's, as to turn it towards something progressive, but sometimes it seems overbearing.
These thoughts are almost like some algebraic expression in my head. I grab something, anything, to sit down with and try to work the problem out. In the end I always realize how simple and negligible the solution is, but I never learn from the process. The reset button in my head is tripped. Back to square one. Reassembling the puzzle never gets easier, no matter the accumulated practice. Doomed to repeat.
Currently digesting:
Mastodon - Remission, Converge - No Heroes, Cassino - Sounds of Salvation, Trap Them - Seizures in Barren Praise, Loudwave - Secrets are Sinister, William S Burroughs - Dead City Blues
Sometimes I feel like my train just sort of goes of the tracks. For no visible reason. Maybe someone's out there toying with my railroad switches. Strength unimaginable is what I find most days when I wake, but occasionally its replaced with utmost paranoia. Delusions. Bitterness. Disposition towards anyone weilding happiness. Generally speaking, I lay this square peg of negativity down and do my best to stomp it through the round hole with my 10.5 Air Max 90's, as to turn it towards something progressive, but sometimes it seems overbearing.
These thoughts are almost like some algebraic expression in my head. I grab something, anything, to sit down with and try to work the problem out. In the end I always realize how simple and negligible the solution is, but I never learn from the process. The reset button in my head is tripped. Back to square one. Reassembling the puzzle never gets easier, no matter the accumulated practice. Doomed to repeat.
Currently digesting:
Mastodon - Remission, Converge - No Heroes, Cassino - Sounds of Salvation, Trap Them - Seizures in Barren Praise, Loudwave - Secrets are Sinister, William S Burroughs - Dead City Blues
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