Sunday, January 29, 2012

birthday eve

There is something about the impending anniversary of my birth that shoots me up into my head in over-analytical pseudo-philosophical inhibition contradiction.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

a conversation with my self

Well look what we have here... Coming back for more, huh?

That's right.

Just couldn't stay away. I've seen you looking at me up there in your bookmarks toolbar at the top of the page. And there I was just itching away at you. Gnawing at your creative consciousness. Waiting for you to come back.

Sounds kinda creepy that you'd be doing something like that.

You're damn right it's creepy! How do you think I've been feeling? Being neglected like this. Sitting here waiting for something new to come. It's been months, man!

Yeah... I know. Just been really busy.

Busy is an excuse. Everybody's busy. The day you're not busy is the day you die.

I've been kinda tired lately.

Tired? Really... Really?... Tired? You gotta do better than that.

I've had a lot on my mind lately... a lot going on?

Is that a question? Or is that an excuse? Oh wait... it's both. Sounds to me like you're lazy.

I'm not lazy.

You're not? Okay. Are you a coward?


So... you're not a lazy coward?


Then why the fuck haven't you been here writing?