Thursday, January 29


“Thoughts are the shadows of feelings, always darker, emptier, and simpler. I don't care if they're fake or real, I just thank them for showing up at all. I have black periods. Who does not? But they are not a part of me; they are not a part of illness, but a part of my being. What am I saying? I have the courage to have them. Four o' clock in the morning. This sucks.”

Alkaline Trio

Tuesday, January 27

Sheep to Murlocks

We are such sheep.
We follow the path presented and we are herded like sheep. Herded along, lifelessly in the first place, to our death, waiting for some Murlock-like creature to snuff the almost non-existent life out of our drone-like bodies.
I was driving along the M-5 today & these did not seem to be cars filled with individuals, no, these were carts on a production line creating an obedient droid army and food for the Murlocks.
I don't think we are as individual as we like to believe.

Wednesday, January 21

Room 804

8 stories up.
4 in the morning.
I sit on the window sill and watch as city lights dance for me.
People hurrying.
People stumbling.
Street cleaners.
Delivery trucks.
Cars lined up at red lights.
The city doesn't sleep, it dances for those who wait - who wake - to see...

Tuesday, January 13

My most perfect memory

My most perfect memory is playing T-ball on the front lawn in the evening in Attadale.
With mum batting and dad fielding.
My most perfect memory.


Do you ever think that if you were crazy things would make much more sense?

Zero motivation: Cloud envy

It's unfair.
Why can't I be a cloud
And drift on the wind
And never try?
This statement is false.

Figure that one out!