Saturday, February 25, 2012

Live without labels. Sing without words. Love without fear. And constantly defy the expectations and limitations of others.
The only real control I have over my mind is to not speak it.
I've never really treated this like a real blog. It started out as something reminiscent of a livejournal, and these days it basically reads like a manic-depressive's notebook.

Which is because that's really what it is.

I'm a better talker than I am a writer. Partly because I'm out of practice, and partly because most of the time I can't keep my thoughts collected long enough to write them down. I think about 1 & 1/2 - 2 times faster than I type. And if I write them down the old fashioned way, by the time I get it typed up I don't agree with/like what I wrote.

Mood effects writing in weird ways.

Both the writer's mood and the reader's mood effect the piece. Both the way the idea is conveyed and the way it is received. I'd try to elaborate, but I can't. In a very literal sense, I know very little about what I'm talking about.

That last sentence was to prove a point. I'm not entirely sure, however, what that point was.

Most of what I write gets trashed before it's finished. Because I get stuck. I start focusing on the writing, and not the thought. And then the thought flutters away.

It's taken me somewhere between 30 minutes and an hour to get this far. And this is not a well-structured or informative...well, anything.

It's me explaining why I don't write more often than I do. Which is funny, because the piece in itself is a better explanation than the words are.
We are all slowly losing our minds. Madness is a fact of life, and a staple of history.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Poor little Davey lost his head,
Spends his time wishing he were dead.

All he wants is to be well,
And to find a way out of this mental hell.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

I wish I could take pictures with my eyes to show you the things they see that a camera never could.