May 2011
1 post
Watch
February 2011
1 post
Grindstone, ground down
A whetstone. Used to grind and sharpen blades. But as the stone hones the blade, what happens to the stone in the process? My life would be the blade at this point. I would then have to be the stone. The daily grind is beginning to wear on me. Slowly. Its the drudgery. The monotony of it. The day in, the day out. The sleeping in spurts and shifts. I honestly can’t remember the last time I...
January 2011
9 posts
I know you're human, but...
Shut the entire hell up. Stop complaining. Enjoy life. Live it to the fullest. I know being human brings emotions, and events that we have no control over. But I almost pity people who always find something to complain about. Whom, no matter what the situation, can never seem to find something to smile about. I only pray that I never find myself in such a desolate position as you have. Go buy a...
I love philosophy. If I could, if I cared enough about following my heart, and not making sure that my future children were provided for and I was a money making husband to my wife….I’d spend all this government money on studying why people hold the views they do. Epicurus, Epictetus, Aristostle, Socrates…..yeah….I dig it.
“So death, most frightening of bad things, is nothing to us; since when we exist,...”
– Epicurus. (via untanglingthewebwewove)
graham-bailey asked: Why are you so witty?
Emotions optional....
I’m thinking I may start posting some of my more personal pieces on here. Writing has always been a private therapy of mines, but I think I tend to be my biggest critic. Just know, I don’t edit or reword my writings. Spelling, yes. Syntax and structure, not so much. I like to keep the general emotion of what I happened to be going through in tact. At the end of the day, what I write is...
Honesty....
The amount of honest, of which I need to be, perplexes me. I reserve a small part of myself, which I almost feel could never be given to another person. My views, created by my personality, seem to be entirely opposite of what I search for. Or even, what I know I’ve found. Molds, constructs, parameters that I didn’t define for myself, yet I often find myself adhering to them. Why? In...
Karma, you beautiful bitch....
My biggest fear? Karma. That sooner or later, the cyclic pattern of it will come full force. That sooner or later, the ugly manifestation of it will become a moment that I will deign to see coming. That it will be so will camouflaged n beauty, gilded in gold, my instincts will shut down and wholly allow it to take root. So close, so near, that any effort to run, cover, protect any small part of me...
December 2010
6 posts
Will prisoner 123456789 step forward....
So, I’ve been on twitter for quite some time. Never even knew what twitter jail was. But in the last month? I’ve been maybe 15 times. As I write this post, I’m only biding time until someone either post bail, or has sex with the warden for me. That’s neither here nor there though….anywho, so here’s a list of things I do while waiting for the bail to clear/warden...
Lemme tell you something...
I’M BAAAAACK BITCHES!!! Sorry. I tend to get over excited sometimes…(which my explain why she never called me back…) But still, I digress. I took a bit of time off, as you guys might tend to get tired of my nonsensical ramblings. But feel free to follow me on twitter (@InEyeAleE). So, till my next post…frootsnax, apposauze, and heauxs to you all….
Oh. No. You. DON'T.
Odd habit. If I’m surfing the net, posting something, whatever my current time wasting habit I happen to be indulging in, and I hit send/refresh/post, its one thing I hate. When the site says some mess like “We’re overloaded, try again soon” or “We have technical difficulties, retry later”. And all I can’t think is…FUCK that. You’re the...
Catalyst
I’m fine.
Until I see you.
Calm.
Until I hear you.
Quiet.
Until I touch you.
Tranquil.
Until I’m around you.
I was me.
Flawed.
Separate.
And ok.
Until I met you.
My catalyst….
“My baby is a rebel/…./I’m reaching up to heaven/but i’m...”
– Woman Put Your Weapon Down (Justin Nozuka)
My fortune teller says I've said this before...
Every relationship, if its worth a damn, always leads you to say the same thing about a new person: “I’ve never felt this way before”. The thing is, that’s the most true statement you should be able to say about your other. People should always bring something new and different to your life. Stale is akin to stagnation, death even. You should feel alive with that person....
November 2010
13 posts
The irony of "No"...
As kids, we spend a majority of our upbringing being told no. No we can’t…no, you won’t….no, you don’t…..But when we become adults, not much seems to change. Verbal “no’s” become intangible restrictions. Money. Time. Space. But when we step into something that requires our initial consent, a relationship, having someone that always tells you...
You keep thinking that...
You know what I really hate? When someone tries to take an offensive word, and make a positive acronym for it. A chick comes to me like, “yeah, I’m a bitch! Brilliant, intelligent, terrific, complex human!” And all I can think is yeah…alright bitch….
Another time, is always now...
Its weird, no matter how much time we waste in a day, we always complain that there is never enough. 24hrs. 1440 minutes. Ample room to make decisions concerning how much we move forward or regress. They say you make time for the things you really want, or the people you really feel deserve it. So now, I’ve realized its time that I make effore for the people who’ve shown me they are...
“ALL the bitches. And ALL these hoes. I know SOMEbody in HERE….gon’...”
– Benjamin Franklin
Imagination Optional...
Funny thing. How boring people are when compared to our imaginations. Anything that our minds can possibly envision, yet, here we are. Grounded. Powerless. To be able to THINK, write, draw, all the things we WISH we could do. Almost a cruel joke. Instead of wings, we build machines to fly. Instead of controlling the elements to our doing, we create laboratories. Think of where we could...
“…..but lying take a lot less time….”
– Dance Little Liar x Arctic Monkeys
What time is itoooooh fuck...
Ok. Most of you know, I walked a 6k the other day. I give you a few seconds to let the immensity of that transfer over to laughter of me walking 6…fucking…miles…for you. I didn’t go to sleep after work either. So I get home around 3ish, cleaned, made myself a drink, and slept for 4 hours before going to work. All this time though…my body was laying in...
Title submission.
I probably shoulda have entitled my tumblr ConfessionsOfAMidnightWorker….but, who’d want to type that out while having sex? Not I. Better yet, why would you be sharing my tumblr with a partner during sexy time? Well, I hope during extreme states of euphoria, you’d think of me. But that’s neither here nor there. Times like this, alone with only the dwindling hours and stale...
Me, Myself, and I lied...
Introspection is the easiest way to get down on yourself. You look over, dissect, pick apart who you are damn near to your basic atomic structure, that in the end you realize one thing: Its impossible to hide from yourself. There is no corner dark enough to stuff your psyche that you do not remember where it was put away. You can never graft yourself away from…yourself. You are a unit....
(Ahem) Gather round, all ye of little girth....
Welp. I uh, went ahead and decided to pay the fee and get a tumblr site. (Wait, yalls was free? Word?) Oh. Well, first lesson learned, any guy selling android apps out the back of a 87 honda civic with volkswagon rims, might not be the best person to give your hard earned dollars to (there’s strippers for that). ANYwho, here, thou shalt find the random musing of a man given to instances of...
