December 2009
3 posts
Being Unaccompanied
I’m always astounded by the strange power of being by yourself. It’s amazing how the mind wanders, strays into topics not charted by the collective. How it can work itself into a frenzy just by not letting sentences escape. Forcing them to bounce between the confines of the brain.
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They never have and never will invent a singing exercice that can be employed with dignity. It just can’t be done.
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The Futile Efforts of a Man With Utterly No Grasp...
- if I wrote a book, this would be it’s title.
November 2009
1 post
I can’t help but feel like he’s trying to tell me something. Something is staring straight at me. Holding my gaze. I’m just too preoccupied to really take it in. Staring blindly at the same page, reading each sentence countless times over.