If someone wrote my life into a novel... I probably would stop reading after page 10.

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We fall in love with the heroes of old. The ones that seem to do the impossible. Their outrageous deeds hiding the humanity that we secretly respond to.

Something calls us to live better, and so we go and buy a computer and a tv. We demand a greener planet and say that war is wrong.

We want to be like the hero...

We want our lives to have meaning.

But do they?

or

Are

We

Stuck

On

Page

Ten?

The idea of becoming our own protagonist seems extreme, if not problematic. Its not like we have the ultimate odds stacked against us like the heroes we so admire... Its not like every decision we make could be the end of a whole generation...

Maybe that's our problem. Its not like we get dropped out of a nest once we're old enough... Not like we get told we're the one that was born to save (insert most action films here).

we're waiting for someone else to kickstart our lives for us. Waiting for our lives to have sudden reason.

Sure the odds do suggest that if you ride the same bus enough times some idiot will strap a bomb to it and you'll have to drive it to safety... *cough*

We are too scared to admit that we're the ones that have to start our story...

My story.

And by that, its up to us to make it interesting...

Watching paint dry

Is the fun thing to do.

forgotten

Truth be, I forgot this place even existed...

now I'm back.

well for a little while.

tumblr suits me more i feel.

Unicorns

the man in the mirror
has scars i can't remember
has feelings i can't quite place
the reflection in the water
is drowning and i can't rescue
from the grave to the sand
to the place where we stand
waterfall away the motionless
cast upon the memory that is scattered
juxtaposed insitue with creation
cut away the marble
leave only a unicorn behind

the man in the mirror
ha movements not in my dance
forward, back, back, side, back
where is he going?
where is it he aims his claws
drinking to the summarizer whom counts down to one
movement guaranteed till morning is nigh
escape

break the window, watch the shards fall
darkness descends, where to from here
the man in the mirror has no mind
from here he only goes as far away as he can

Lalalalalalala

Where did it all go wrong?

That was the last thought I remember thinking as I fell seven stories out of the broken office window. I assumed that it could have begun with the waking up in the morning, but i doubted that to a degree. Clearly I had gotten up many days in a row and not fallen 7 stories to my, soon to be, extensive relocation of body parts. Although, it did occur to me now in hindsight that this was a great opportunity for that plastic surgery I had always wanted.

I thought back, maybe there was something else that could have been the warning sign. It wasn't the extensive traffic this morning either, clearly the fact that all the roads I tried to take were detouring me in circles wasn't a sign. Neither was the ridiculous flashing neon sign at the front door of the complex saying "no entry". I mean really, the pranks some people play these days.

Climbing the stairs to the top, I passed a few comrades who were all oddly leaving already. Clearly they'd been fired and were leaving for greener pastures, not evacuating like the siren would suggest. Maybe it was the yellow tape that was gaurding my door. That seems like a more likely solution to my current problem. If only that yellow tape had been thick enough to stop me entering the room, I would not now be falling what appears to be already 6 stories. Lovely, only one more to...

nothing new

so, I haven't blogged in a while. Mostly because I haven't anything new or interesting to say. Or maybe its because I suspect that I am the only person actually reading this so in an attempt to stop my vanity getting to dangerously audacious levels I just stopped. Whatever the case may be, its been a while.

Truth be told I haven't even written anything worth putting up either. I am currently working on something of epic proportions, though I doubt it will be posted here due to my overwhelming dislike for copyright violations. I fear that the RIAA who has no jurisdiction in my cardboard box (though Im sure they would like to argue otherwise) will try and steal my amazing ideas.

The whole reason I began my new project was because I became bored.

Bored of the same old five patterns that society spits in our direction, demanding that we catch it with open mouths and accept its sustenance. I choose instead to give it the bird and create my own spit, I'm hoping mine may cause some blind to see (well it'd sure be nice).

Do we ever look outside our little hovels that we call our minds?

Or...

Nah we're better people then that.

I can see it now, party on 5th street in a place called Cooltown, and everyone's invited. YES!

Ode to reason.

I often laugh at how dumb corporations are, or more so how dumb humanity is that it allowed the world to become such a hilarious place to begin with. Actually I retract that statement, its quite fun being able to laugh at the silly ideas that we're fed through mass media. "today on the news, seven people die in a horrific accident and a cat is saved from the jaws of a panda!"

Oh my, poor panda...

Dilemmas

Look here now little one.
Don't Shed a tear.
Hold my hand till the darkness fades, everything will be alright.

looking back I should have listened.
Maybe just maybe,
It'd have changed the end I saw
I was alone on a mountain view and
looking to the north
when upon the shadow there
I saw you
I saw the death of you
I tried to call you,
but you never listened
going your own way
Thinking you know better
I cry for you now
No longer can i say you name without hurt

Its amazing that the whole crux of this dilemma
lies on the very fact that you died.
Then rose again.
Life have life and here I am to prove
No longer can i stand in the shadow of the rain
No
Instead I find myself running
running to an end
running to you.