hahaha i sure am dumb. everything i write is just slight variations of the same things that i never address directly. such is life, though, i guess. if you pay attention to the lyrics of just about every song ever written they're all more or less the same too. we're all parts of this existence struggling to understand itself...the existence, that is, or ourselves rather than itself. my point, though, is that i pretty much only write anything when i'm frustrated by some kind of monumental lack of understanding of some matter that i'd rather not make sense of to begin with...or something like that. i don't know what i'm trying to say. i think that was my point.

8/15

A simple yes or no will not suffice
unwilling to pay the price
the past makes me reluctant to believe in anything
yet as the future unfolds
i don't know what to think
so in the present, tell me anything
give me a reason to drink
my fingers speak more clearly than my mouth
articulating sounds that haven't found their way out of my head yet
so lets just go with it
what's the point of anything,
anyway?
to be lonely and contemplative?
I contemplated that for a while and I don't think that's it
maybe life will make sense in the future
but for some reason I doubt that
so do yourself a favor
and be happy right now
you'd be doing me a favor too
don't be blue
get a clue
I thought you knew
this is true
...go to the zoo?

8/8

Don't get too attached to an idea
the circumstances that make ideas make sense are constantly fluctuating
a nights sleep erases yesterdays point of view
a brief handshake creates a new one
the nature of the construction of an individuals reality is no different than the nature of reality as a whole
unexplainable
unrestrainable
a bubble composed of billions of smaller bubbles
composed of billions of smaller bubbles
composed of billions of smaller bubbles
composed of what?