Timothy Timothy

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Lucky #5: Circular Faults

In Uncategorized on September 21, 2011 at 4:10 am

I can’t predict the future.  I can’t make a solid argument in which I have to predict the future.  Everything I think I can achieve in the future is me predicting my own future.  I can not argue for my own future.

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Lucky #4: Descension

In Uncategorized on September 17, 2011 at 1:38 am

I began my descent about an hour ago.  Desire crept in and all my bolts started to shake loose.  I became hungry, monstrously hungry.  Then I ate.  Then I ate more.  I know it will never be enough.  Damn it.

I planned on being proactive this weekend.  Do my homework, clean the house, meditate to find inner peace.  All the good crap.  But this dissenting hunger has come upon me and still needs feeding.

Scrap all the plans, raise my fist high in the air, jump in my car, drive away screaming.  Tomorrow will be waiting for me, and I will embrace it with a productive and benevolent mindset.

I WILL DO EXACTLY THAT, AND I WILL BE AWARE OF HOW I’M PROGRESSING AND EXPERIENCING LIFE.  I WILL I WILL I WILL I WILL.  DAMNDAMNDAMNDAMN!

whew…

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Yell at me.  Please do.  Tell me what you’re going to unequivocally do tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever.  Just tell it loud and obnoxiously.

Lucky #3: Into The Circle And Around Again

In Uncategorized on September 16, 2011 at 3:43 am

I’m lucky to be on a kick yet again.  I’m here to have friends and let the great times wander free in my life.  Self experimentation has taken hold, and nonsense is what will soon glue it together.

How many times have you really tested something?  Then it falls and falls and falls to its predetermined death.  Nothing comes out of it.  You can’t find the motivation to edit your work;  there is no final product.  Just what is in your mind spewed all over the canvas.

It pains people to see mush come from the brains of people with genius, but mush is the only thing that’s up there to begin with.  And the beginning is now.

I’ll fix it tomorrow, and that’s all that matters.  This is all that matters.

Tomorrow never dies.  Never never ever.

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I don’t care what you say in the comments.  The weirder your mini rant is, the better it is for the rest of us.  Just think of it as art.  That makes it all better.  Thanks friends.