Friday, July 01, 2005

Back Out of the Woods

Dearest all,

It's been a long while since anything new or of importance has been posted on this site, for various reasons, but here goes a new start of sorts. Or something. If anyone still reads this anymore. Take it as you will...

Peace has settled upon me like a feather floating on a calm pond, for whatever reason, and it is a much welcomed change. My perspectives, ever changing and malleable, have shifted with the weather perhaps, but either way, I feel as though the slate is clean. Fuck the dust caught in the unreachable crevices of the chalk board, for becoming preoccupied with their unattainable cleanliness provokes insanity and illwill. That, or an insatiable appetite for a better eraser.

Existence is what you make of it, this is what I have concluded. If you sing, then sing, and the grass is always greener on the other side. Our reality is man-made, we were not born with this ridiculous sense of boundaries, and it is no one but ourselves that prevent each other's happiness. It is important not to flush our pipe dreams as we would a dead goldfish or pet turtle, but rather, redirect them to irrigate the fields of opportunity.

Things that've tripped me out recently:
  1. Our reality is merely a perception of what has already occurred.
  2. The words "please" and "thank you" are words that Coasties use, but don't necessarily know the meaning of.
  3. Why, oh why my cat is suddenly pissing on the couch.
  4. What the hell that fucking yeti is doing in the corner of my living room.

Quote of the Day: "It kind of tastes like teste satchel" -- Jordan, on flavor profiling and sweet references to Borat on The Ali G Show