July 9

Jam on

July 6

Guess what spews from the depths of my soul at 4 in the morning?

Give up? Well it really could be anything  at this hour so I don’t blame you for relinquishing your efforts.

Mosquito Eggs

Stagnant in the pools of water that collect in the footprints that were left by their fathers and their fathers and so on

Doomed to only try and recapture what vapid and synthetic glory they never possessed in the first place

A life that will only become sad once they awake to the realization that they haven’t lived one

Doomed to define and redefine the meanings of their lives only to realize they created no meaning

A man with his eyes closed can only open them himself, even then, the corrosive cataracts that have formed shall obscure his views of the truth

Scales can only take weight and measure of the material and worthless, things that become mocking and trivial counterfeits for pissed away potential

A pool of the populist solely fed by the inbreeding of hate and archaic ideals

Birthing their child, cold, lifeless, loveless, eyes wide closed

Stagnant in the pools of water that collect in the footprints that were left by their fathers and their fathers and so on they leave their children to drown

July 6

RESET

Sooooooooooooo.

I have tried to blog previously, all attempts met with a rapid rise to paramount success (maybe). Then my ambiguous, apathetic, and procrastinating nature come to vandalize the once great civilization I had forged with the bleeding hands of love.

The primary dysfunction with my previous blogs were that they were motivated by vain and contrived ideals, whether they be fame, attention, envy, or contempt, none of them truly sought to fully and truly express myself.

So perhaps with this blog, one about any muse or fancy that happens to wander through my mind at any odd hour of the day, my determination will not wane, but that is yet to be seen…..

At this point though it is 3:18 AM and the brilliance and ambition I possessed at the beginning of this post is slowly sinking toward a soft bed of Ikea linens.