Art, if you want to call it that

I think I’m going to fix up my art shtuff and give it all away. If anyone is interested in free shit, let me know!

I feel hungry but i don’t think i am going to eat.

I am laying on my bed trying not to sleep and reading Charles Bukowsk’s poems like Alone With Everybody

“flesh covers 
the bone and the 
flesh searches 
for more than 
flesh.”

I am at a drive-in out in the middle of the country, and I find that I am more enchanted by the stars and crescent moon than I am by the movie. I think I’m quite alright with that.

It’s a bad idea to try to go to impress. It’s a much much better idea to go as myself. Yup. Implimenting that for now on.

Thought Vomit

Words are indelibly powerful in their creation and destruction. Humanity has built them in such a way, developing the intricacy of words into a dependent means of survival in society, compiling and inscribing words into languages, that has grown and expanded what words represent, what they hold even beyond their humanly usable capacity. They exist beyond this reality, beyond this earth. But on this earth, words are continually being discovered, pulled from the universe where their mass creates stars and galaxies. And with these discoveries, there is evidence for what words mean to you and I, because we compile them in our heads and present them through speech and writing. Words, encompassing our very existence and beyond, are utilized for our communication and connection with everything else around us; something so simple, but so strikingly beautiful when I sit myself down to think about it. And because of this, this realization/recognition, I do not want to prevent myself from listening or reading what anyone has to say with these words that every human shares in some way shape or form. Yes, we are the vessel for these words, but they exist on their own. And in their development into languages, they speak for a whole that we all exist in part from. 

I want to listen more to what others have to say. I want to read more on the thoughts, portrayed poetically or not, that speak with a higher regard to what this world around us provides: the wonders, the fears, the unknown, the risks, and the inevitable. Words, again, encompass so much of life, and i don’t want to be a stranger to them, especially when they come out of someone else’s mouth besides my own.