Time is certainly a flat circle

You can never escape it. It is a carousel that sounds round and round only giving you so many changes in scenery until you come full circle again. Life is repition. It is, at times, a single frame on repeat.

It's one of those weird things

Out and about when I hear some Matson Jones. Haven't heard that since reading late night in my bunk bed at my mom's house. This was at dinner. We end up meeting some friends downtown and who's bumping through the speakers, fucking Lorn. Just jams for days. I wonder though if these bands have always played in the wild and I'm just noticing or I happen to be influenced by the same influencers

And the world spoke

Unto him the world spoke. Not in words but in gestures. Gestures of good faith and bad. In riddles and in plain threats.  It used not words but actions. It hurt him, struck him with arrows made of tragedy, cared for him with gestures of good will and tempted him lusty objects. Now, with death upon him like a blanket, he wondered. What was it all for? The suffering, the anguish, the joy, the love? Why have any of it? Why waste the energy on creating something he couldn't have? With what he had let left he said goodbye. Goodbye to it all. Goodbye to the ones he loved and hated. Goodbye to the things he wanted and had. Goodbye to his torments and to his lovers. There are more world's than these he thought. BB

Taking his own life was out of the question but moving it wasn't. To lift the roots that have spread so deep would be work and toil but not without reward. Across the sea she waited. A beacon that pulled him to safety or ruin. It mattered not but the call was great. Alone he paddled into the night. The moon his only company, his thoughts a passenger left behind on a lonely beach.

Spooked the shit out myself last night

Tried to comprehend dying. Tried to imagine being a state where i can't i.agine anything, where the mind is literally dead. The inifinite scared the shit out of me in the hour before sleep so i ended up reading. Itonically i was reading a book that deals with the after life in the particular pages i was on.

John dies at the end

Will review once i finish reading

You Wumbo

I wumbo. Man am i exhausted. That final waa no fucking joke and ive only had 3 to 4 hours of sleep in the last 24. Need to get some better strategies. Need to prepare more. Apparently taking mini exams help better than HW as they prepare you for the real thing. Seems obvious but who wants to take a bunch of mini exams? well, time for one more. i dont even have to do that well in this one to get a b so im pretty excited but still determined

There's always that hope

I wonder what will set it off. What will give the spark, the inclination, the desire to return. Will it be a word that kicks off a memory? A chance meeting in the wild that peaks curiosity? Will it actually happen? Eight ball says No (after a couple times of try again later) but hope still remains. Its been a couple of months now, the whispers of your last encounter are fading into the recesses of memory already, but the fire still burns, will burn.

It has been three months s

New Fucking Jams

Holy snipes have I been jamming to this shit for the last couple of days. Lorn man. Pretty sure I have talked about him already (a DJ turned producer/songwriter from the US) but man have I got more to say. Just something about his heavy mood, use of simple rhythms, vamped samples, and catchy beats have really got me grooving. They've practically been the soundtrack to my life the past week or so. I drive to it, work to it, study to it, fucking get down to it, sleep to it, dream to it, wank to it, you name it. This is my new jam:
Until there is no End.

Now, I would normally put a link here, in hopes that someone will click, but I know now that no one will. Well maybe not but the cards say probably not (heart of the cards be damned). I created a radio station on Pandora after Lorn and man has it been some moody shit. I love it right now. I guess it makes sense that I have come full circle. I used to hate this house music shit but now I eat it up with a a goddamn spoon, letting it drip down my chin, and beg for more once its all done. That's hyperbole obviously, and I'm just having fun writing this so deal with it, but it's not too far from the truth.

Well that's enough procrastinating and self circle jerking (circles need more than one point homie....unless you consider the center but that's still just a point without a defined radius). Back to work. Oh, Westworld has been blowing my mind lately. Check it out