Time to speak up.
I know this isn’t that great or anything. It’s not my best, but upon browsing randomly through old paragraphs and essays and poems that I’d written, I had completely forgotten I wrote this until I saw it just now.
The Ring
December 8th, 2007 at 06:02:39 PM
A shiny gold ring lay motionless, waiting to be worn. It lay shimmering from the sunlight by the alarm clock. At the buzz of eight in the morning, Donald wakes up to prepare for his day. He showers, dresses, fixes his hair, eats breakfast, gathers his things, and walks out the door to start his car and begin his day. At the rumble and hum of his car’s engine he remembers, My ring! He returns to his room to see his shiny wedding ring in the same spot he left it the night before.
Donald thinks to himself, I almost forgot it today. It’s a sort of symbol of his divorce and his feelings about it. He sees wearing his ring as a reflection of his emotional attachment to his ex-wife. When he finally starts to forget his ring every morning, or even lose it, he’ll know he’s moved on. But the nature of males is habitual. ‘Men are creatures of habit.’ Donald remembers someone saying that to him. Donald starts to imagine himself in a small diner; the kind with Normal Rockwell paintings littering the walls. “What’ll it be today, Donny?”
“I’ll have the usual, Daisy. Thanks.”
“Sure thing, Hun,” the waitress replies.
“Actually-”
“Yeah?”
“I’ll have the number eight instead.” I can break away from habit, sure. Donald wonders if he’ll ever be able to stop wearing the ring. He could have thrown it away when his wife left him at first, but now it seems too late. The ring has become part of him now. His finger feels too light without it on. I guess I need to wear the weight.
I’m a poet, and I know it
Keys beg these fingers please
I give and I get and wonder why I forget
Tell tales, blame the ales, and then we try to wear our veils
So you know what it means to show
Meaning hidden from even the forbidden
Author begets, time is tossed. Writer forgets, meaning is lost
Sing us a song, bard. The moral is hard
Senses retard – place one’s guard
Teaching with this orientation
It’s time for me to take a vacation
The meaning of words lost in translation
Hope remains in this frustration
Whoa, I came across this old poem I wrote. The line in quotes is from a B-side version of Clint Eastwood by The Gorillaz, but the rest I wrote. I don’t remember it at all, and I have no idea what it was about.
The Corporation is the foundation of this creation
“Futuristic linguistics turn fools into statistics”
I can’t wait to start
It’s not too late to start
You debate that you can’t relate, but you can’t create
Something of your own
Yeah, I’m gonna have to say this is pretty much the best song ever.
CLICK because I disabled the embedding to reduce the chance of Tsutchie being over-popularitationized, and I’m not gonna change it.
*EDIT*
Yeah, I can listen to that song at least once each day.
And this is my theme song:
P.S.: I figured out how to give myself more views, but there’s no real effect on my “real” incoming traffic :[. I suppose it’s just a matter of more entries being made, and actually tagging them. I’ve been too lazy to do that.
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie, paralyzin’ the victim
You scream as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Movin’ on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
And injure ANY MOTHA’ FUCKIN’ CONTENDER!
I can’t stop playing this game.
It’s so fucking fun.
Thing Thing Arena 3
I’ve got a few minutes before I gotta go to work, so I thought I’d share this.
(click)
Finally, you can claim experience points for housework.
There’s a whole thought I came up with for this video about the music and the guy and society and blah blah, but I’ll spare the lecture.
I won’t lie, I laughed a little bit.
He’s definitely not just drunk. He’s gotta be on some other drug/s. Perhaps he’s not even drunk at all. Either way, the video speaks volumes on judgment. Hell, the video is like a short movie, almost like it was a scripted play.
