Don’t judge a book by its cover. Or the 100 or so pages you read. The reason being is that it could have a great ending. Damn my impatience!
A tiny rocket shoots into the air of the night sky. The picture perfect scene is more spectacular when the immensely dilated Sputnik explodes, inviting a spectacle of furious gold lines piercing the darkness around it. Countless other rockets arrive to support the blitzkrieg of the night, their numbers unknown, but a force in the dozens is sensed by numerous wisps of smoke trails and whistle...
The Blinking Line
The cursor. The insertion point. The vertical line that marks the position of your next creation onto the page. I feel like it mocks me, each blink a word, and each word an insult to my “artistic” integrity.
This cold is fuckin’ blistering. I love it.
All of my life I’ve never been able to swim. But, I’m having no trouble staying afloat in this sea of confusion. The rest of Generation Y seems complacent, their futures charted and their foreseeable obstacles mapped out. I’ve said to myself many times that events I’ve gone through and challenges I’ve overcame are just “stepping-stones” leading to a bigger...
Spring semester starts for me tomorrow. Knowledge is power, but at this “institution” I feel powerless.
Meeting a Quota
Lethargy seeps through my fingertips today.
Finished the 694 page monstrosity, The Fountainhead, today.
The creator originates. The parasite borrows.– The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand
Quality and Quantity.
This, “posting something everyday for a year” is starting to seem a little sketchy. I’m fulfilling the requirement by putting meaningless, trite subjects on here. I’ll make sure to attempt to increase the quality, but maintain the quantity.
There’s gonna be a Final Destination 5. Let that franchise die already, greedy film makers.
An embargo placed on my thoughts and ideas. A recession of useless thoughts inflated to complete frivolity. A flame once kindled to the sun’s veracity now dwindled into light emitted by an eight watt light bulb.
I’m gonna attempt to post something on here everyday. It might be trivial, it might be important. And no, it’s not a fucking resolution. My year didn’t need resolving. EDIT: I changed the title from “1” to “Bam!” because a numbering of these posts would make the year drag on ever so slow