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kthnxbai
I keep having the same dream. I’m running away from a crazy axe murderer. Yeah, they’re pretty horrific and I have tried learning how to lucid dream, I should probably try again. Maybe I’ll write up my dreams each morning on this blog, It might give the blog some sort of direction :D
I don’t know what the dream means. I can’t think of anything I’m running from. Maybe I’m just really scared.
Well that wouldn’t be far from the truth.
all this talking and nothing happens
If nothing’s going to happen don’t look at me like that
you’re only ever going to get the same back
you only see and breath once
so stand with me and I’ll show you how to really breath
if you would just be with me
because when I’m with you it’s like I’ve been blind ’till now
and when you stand next to me
my hairs stand on end
and everything is clear
please just take this leap
don’t hesitate
we might be gone tommorow
just take my hand
close your eyes
and trust that this might work.
You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
Nope, I give up. I don’t want to get older, I want to be a toddler again so I can chuck a hissy fit and people will understand. Time if you can hear me now, can you just stop, everything’s moving far too fast and if you could, take me back to when i was 4?
Wish I was a Kellogg’s Cornflake
Floatin’ in my bowl takin’ movies,
Relaxin’ awhile, livin’ in style,
Talkin’ to a raisin who ‘casion’ly plays L.A.,
Casually glancing at his toupee.
Wish I was an English muffin
‘Bout to make the most out of a toaster.
I’d ease myself down,
Comin’ up brown.
I prefer boysenberry
More than any ordinary jam.
I’m a “Citizens for Boysenberry Jam” fan.
Ah, South California.
If I become a first lieutenant
Would you put my photo on your piano?
To Maryjane–
Best wishes, Martin.
(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin’ by the basement door),
Everybody knows what he’s
Tippy-toeing down there for.
It’s funny when you block something out
so much so that you don’t really remember it
it can affect the way you act the second time you’re faced with a similar situation
like, maybe you never really learnt because you blocked it out, you didn’t learn your lesson.
maybe thats why history always repeats itself
we’re all too weak to face up to what we did.
and even if we did really consider what we’d done
it would just be for a minute or a day
and then we’re back to whatever we gotta do
and we really do block it out
because life goes on and you can’t just stay depressed about things
or feel guilty about things all the time
but do you seriously think you can get a clean start after something?
like if you’ve done something bad
or made a bad decision
do you consider yourself a bad person and just accept yourself as that?
or do you ignore what you did and lie to yourself
and hope that the temptation to do bad doesn’t come again?
This year, although there were no dramas, Christmas was short and sad.
We jumped from different families’ parties. We had a taste of the food at each gathering. Had a chat. Left to the next family group.
What mostly made me sad was seeing grandad. Grandad was diagnosed with skin cancer this year, again. He’s been lucky to live through many close calls, but now he’s on his last legs, maybe give him a few days.
So many things around you seem stupid when people are dying, but you also don’t want to make anything seem different. For a Christmas present, grandad tried to get us all things to make cocktails, he got me the vodka, my sister the recipe the book and would have bought Cathy these glasses, but the morning dad went to get them, the shop was closed, dad was supposed to get them for grandad. So today, as we opened our presents in front of everyone, grandad gave me the vodka and it was the new absolut vodka with the studs on it (it looks a bit like a bondage instrument). Terri opened the recipe book. Due to the fact that Cathy didn’t get the glasses, none of us made the connection, and all of grandads attempts seemed futile. When dad explained that to me tonight, I spent about half an hour crying in the shower. I guess the fact that grandad won’t be here very longer is only just hitting me.
The whole time he just looked so sad. What was going on his mind?
I tried to strike up conversation with him. Everything just sounded stupid. Usually you just tell your grandparents how ‘successful your year has been and all your plans for the future’. I guess thats what I did, but if you were going to die in a few days, wouldn’t you just be thinking It’s great you’re telling me this, but it’s kind of shit for me because I miss out on seeing it.
I guess thats just what I would be saying to myself. Although any speculation I have about my future self is influenced by my immature 18 year old self, which won’t be the case 70 years from now.
Grandad got really short in the last two days, and thin.
I don’t want people to die
It’s just stupid.
Hearts and Hearts. 