Sunday, June 20, 2010

To the Thinker, From the Scattered Mind

Dear Thinker,
I have decided to write this before my now fresh thoughts go stale and get buried deep under piles of rubbish and confusion. I am trying this new approach to writing now. I am just going for it, I will just write. With that being said, let me begin. We are much alike. Thought consumes our minds, like a thousand and one pacmen munching on whatever open space there is left in our brains. There is a full range of thought spanning from the extremely important to the not-so important. But I tend to often forget the important stuff and dwell on the not-so's. Everything gets scattered... I can almost see the trillions of words bouncing rapidly around in your mind when I look into your eyes. Or perhaps I could be catching a reflection of my own mind through your eyes. Now I will sit and do what we do best, about you. Well at least until we speak again.

Until next time,
A Scattered Mind

Ceasing Structure

I wish I could record my thoughts with a tape recorder. As I think them, they instantly travel from my mind into a device that can capture all of the things that dance around in my mind. It is just too difficult for some odd reason for me to write them as I think. This is because as I think them, before I can write them down, I have to analyze the thoughts first and then put them in some 'proper' order. I have to rearrange the thoughts into functional sentences with correct grammar. The thoughts must make sense to the world. Not sure why I need to translate my brain into what is understood by the world. I might want to be heard. Understood. I want to stop rearranging. Stop putting things in order. Whatever comes out, comes out. I can't care about the world. I'll let them do the work and figure me out. I guess that's the fun of it all right?

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Sigh for [dis]Satisfaction.

I am still not satisfied. But this shall do for now. Cursed with a fatal case of indecisiveness, I seem to be struggling with this blog background. I have been looking for days and days. I am not as morbid as one would think, I just prefer a black background. When I close my eyes, there is darkness. There, I am inside my mind. As I am now, here. Blue is great, Red is fabulous, Yellow is amazing, Green is spectacular...but I crave dark! Who knows. We shall see. But I won't be satisfied until I feel it is perfect.
Anyways....I need to shoot more. No recent pictures of anything really. Need some visuals soon. Very soon indeed.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

10 lists of Ten

As much as I hate numbers, I love counting. I guess it comes from being a musician. But I don't know sometimes. I count up from one...I count down from ten. Everything gets counted. Seems like it is one of the only ways to inject order into my chaotic world. Counting...yes! I love lists. I should write a dozen lists. Random lists. 50 random lists. I could make lists out of lists and count them down from 50. Yes! Okay let's start with ten. Less ambitious. 10. Ten lists of Ten. Coming Soon....

To The Best Person Ever

Dear Best Person Ever,

I have also made a list of my thoughts to you. Please read the following:

1. Thank you for reading.
2. You are awesomelyamazinglyterrificlyGreat.
3. When will you begin your writing? [officially]
4. Facebook Statuses don't count :/
5. You sooo understand me, thank you.
6. You'd make a great writer, you are because you are a great thinker.
7. Writing begins as thoughts. You need thought to write.
8. People say I think too what measurement are they using to make this conclusion?
9. Someone please direct me to the thought measurement scale.
10. Do I talk too much?
11. Yea...
12. Oh well....
13. Start writing please...and put up some of your other work.
14. ;)



Monday, June 7, 2010

Wish List

I will put these things out into the universe. Hopefully they will come to me or I stumble upon them.

1.Tape Recorder: To record all of the thoughts that disease my mind.

I need them out and writing sometimes takes too much time.

2. New Jeans: Just too many holes, splits and rips. I need a pair that fits.

3. Time: Who am I kidding, I won't find time even if I sat and waited for it.

4. Bowtie: They're just cool. I don't know why.

5. Hiding Place: For when I need to be today.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Dear Wanda,

Thank you
The small thing you did for me today means so much.
I dont know you, but it was nice to meet you.
I may not ever see you again, but thank you.
You've made a small but deep impact on my life and situation today.
You don't know how much that meant to me. Thank you.
Let me pass on your kindness. Good luck to you and your mother.
From what you've told me, she's not doing to well.
We share something in common but different.
Mine will continue to gain strength, but I am deeply sorry for you.
The smallest things count the most sometimes.
And you've really helped me.
Not everything can be measured by a dollar.
I appreciate you silent understanding.

Forever grateful,

Cousin Eddie

I miss you. I didn't come to see you before you left because I wanted to keep my memory of you close. You were lively and energetic. A wonderful person. A happy person. Always smiling. Thank you for being in my life. I love you always.

R.I.P. Cousin Eddie

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

My date with P. Noir

Hints of blackberry. Strong but subtle after time. Dark and smooth. I can feel it as it goes down. Leaving me feeling oh so good.

Walking across the street with a friend.

Pictures of the beautiful Bowling Green

Pics I took a while back...well except the ones with me in them (yellow)

My friend and aspiring model Janelle