Sitting here is hell.
The Blank Screen is a mirror to my Blank Mind. No ideas, a creative wasteland.
"The end of the story is the most important part."
It's creation surely, is more important?
Old memes cycle round and round, like a circular saw. building nothing new, just chopping through thought to create recognisable metaphors and concepts.
So we become jaded.
Our questions become meaningless, as the answer is always the same- "bullshit!"
"Another day, another dollar", What does that mean?
Are we really conditioned to like this shit?
Even the artists are become physical labourers, as we cannot respect a person who does not sweat for us. Philosophy is dead.
We turn to new gods.
It is a crime to write on the walls people. They are the forbidden canvas, taboo.
"Only Nixon could go to China" Hypocracy rules!
And opposites attract, leading to grey centrism.
We are that grey centrisms opposite. Are we doomed to fall into it's gravity well? Are we doomed to go to China? Will we draw upon the walls no more?
We all are doomed to greyfacery-ness, at some point. Some of us will build monoliths that put others in shade, when they tumble (as they will) they may take other pillars with them. Some will build little shiny gemstones that we will wear as pretty rings, blinding us to everything else.
Fuck I don't know what to say or do anymore, I just want to scream my hate down upon ye and they. And toast the coming of the social black hole.
EDIT: Weak ending fixx0red
CHEER UP EMOKID
there's more to life than this grinding grey stuff
go look for it
(now, somebody, quickly post that happy cat picture, i can't find it)
or were you speaking about/to other people?
No i wasn't talking about myself, and i certainly wasn't talking about it it from an emo point of view.
It's a generalisation, a few words that came to me in the moment, and I feel it's more about trying out a different way for me to write, but using more familiar ground.
Actually written in part because of my old dears boyfriend trying out the An Hero shtick last night. He's now in hospital recovering from an OD. Fuckin idiot...
[emofag]Not that it really matters much anyway, nobody ever reads these things........ I'm going :emo: now[/emofag]
Quote from: Payne on May 29, 2007, 03:42:25 PM
Actually written in part because of my old dears boyfriend trying out the An Hero shtick last night. He's now in hospital recovering from an OD. Fuckin idiot...
Sounds interesting. Pray do tell...?
Ach it's a long and not very interesting story.
Will try to condense it a bit.
He= very insecure man in relationships. Night before last he called my mother saying that he couldn't move and stuff (described symptoms of a stroke). I called doctors at crazy hour AM to look at him to go check on him.
Nothing found to be wrong with him (fkn atention whoring), so my old dear passed on my displeasure, then last night get a message saying he had taken all his sleeping pills. In cry wolf fashion, I decided not to call doctors, but called his priest instead.
She checked on him He had taken all his pills, and is now recovering in Aberdeen Royal.
Fucker.
that's really shitty to hear, Payne
I really dont give a fuck, he's a dick.
Just a shitty thing to do to my old dear... But fuck it, making her a decent meal tonight.