On this rainy Saturday I am feeling inspired by Matmos. With an enormous amount of positive energy and creative vision, I decided to spend my day mining for pieces of me in all the stuff that i've kept stored.
I started out with my hard drive to uncover my anal tracking practices for nutritional value (previous post). I moved on to my closet that was filled with lots and lots of stuff. Here I uncovered so many writings and thoughts and scribbles from eras in my life that weren't so great.
I wanted to share one such journal entry from the multitude of journals I own and entries I've written that is such a far cry from who I am today. Everyone should look back once in a while to see how far they've come.
I was on a train when I wrote this. It's more like a collection of micro thoughts, twitter style. Too bad I didn't come up with Twitter. And yes, this was all the same entry...
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I am not sure what happened to me. I woke up one day all fucked up. But I realize it's probably all just self-proclaimed bullshit. Why pay a therapist when I have a journal. This way, I get to keep a log of drabbling misfortunes that don't make any fucking sense.
What's the day?
The 19th of Hell.
The Misfortune of August.
The 19th Moment I've thought about making a change but doing nothing about it (nice grammar).
There's the rub. All talk and no action.
I wonder what will happen Monday when I wake up again not having woken up at all. Wouldn't be the first time.
An Ode to Archetecture
Oh you, structured and defined.
I could never spell you right.
Some people have a lisp while you stand tall sans 'x'
Where I'd anticipate 'e' i think 'i'
What the Fuck!
Phonetics, man.
It's still the 19th of nowhere.
The apotheopesis of August... I just made up a word.
The omegatiosis of life! Making up words is fun.
Funny Story: I don't have enough original thoughts in my mind to fill these pages.
In case you were wondering, I'm still on a train, It's still the solitude of August, the 19th of indecision. In fact, it's only about 22... no 5 minutes from the first time I wrote that. Time is fun.
So many fucking questions and the world is full of answers.
An Ode to Existence
Oh you, so solid and true.
So full of meaning and 'e's.
An Ode to Spelling
Oh you. So awkward and complicated.
So evil and patronizing.
I suppose ode doesn't do you justice.
My brain needs spell check.
Especially when it comes to archetecture.
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And that's the end of it! CRAZY, right???!
Please note: I have since become a much better speller.
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