Ever wish your inner scrapbook was more like a photo album or even that it was less like one… maybe you can move around the photos, so the happy ones are close and the sad ones are at the end and you don’t have to go there very often. It’d be neat, but sometimes you…
but it really aught to be.Prospecting moments of time through the channels of Spaceswirling the effervesent ethers of motion and Gravitydrawing exitentially patterns with gravy train Fireworkscascading through cooridors of thoughts branching to the Reasonbeings enstanciate pleasure as an establishment of self. God I’m lonely. Yet there is so much out there. Sometimes I imagine…
You probably don’t get this one too much.I notice everything. Going on in a room. My filters don’t seem to have a very useable "on" switch. To be perfectly honest – it is quite a bit much to handle. Everything coming in at once, the brain seemingly analyzing it all to the nth degree. Sometimes…
this post is structured around the idea of going after something because you are sure you won’t like it but you want to prove that you can. could also be associated with struggling to understand that which you don’t and being quite proud of your futile effort for someone else has made it the task. …
In the end you are only left judging yourself. If someone else lets the judging that another did affect them, it was their choice to let that happen. You must make yourself available to receive outside influence. So then, if you are mainly judging yourself, do you lie or do you open your eyes to…