Okay, so that movie was me. Yeah. I have had thoughts about that subject more I can remember. I even wanted to make a movie out of it, but Fight Club came out first. If you feel mature enough, go rent it. It is dark and bloody, and it will make your head spin.
So… It was my birthday. I think I did everything:
I talked to my Mom and sis.
Went to dinner with Dad and Cindi.
Bought a pair of shorts.
Got the time off I needed.
Went to the swimming hole.
Played a round of mini golf.
Watched crazy film.
Watched fight club.
Played an evil game that still hurts my thumb.
I think it was a pretty good day. I did a lot, and a lot of stuff that I wanted to do. And tomorrow I write copy.
So I am apparently eccentric.
Flickr is addictive.
EDIT: HA! Go here and read the article. My birthday is June 23rd, and my sisters is January 23rd.
The sun was barely coming up
my heart was all but slowing down.
but I could barely make out the sound.
It was my personal symphony.
Striking the chords for only me.
There was a coursing all through my veins.
Another chance to get away
These days and nights blend into one,
but one more night is all I need.
Another chord from the symphony.
To float above the world for now,
to lose control is bliss somehow.
And wring the color from the grey,
another chance to get away
All these reckless nights, have left me spinning out of control.
Is there not a cure for sorrow?
All these fading lights, have made me search for something more.
Will there be a new tomorrow?
I wish I could have written that. Sure the fame and the comments would be nice, but the release of the sorrow and the pain and the art and the beauty. That is what would be grand. Knowing that something you birthed evoked such emotions, even if only in yourself.
Art, doing what you can’t. Beauty, having something that you don’t. Love, something that you aren’t.
This is my new dart head. When I saw, I let out an audiable ‘ah!’ of shock. This thing is mean looking. It also was wrapped probably in the hardest thing to unwrap. Three sheets of paper, all wrapped around this two inch dart head. Then wrap that in a whole roll of packing tape. Yeah, now you get the idea. I can’t wait to put it on my new seven foot darts, and throw it at something. Yep. And I got some cool colors for the fletching, Yellow and white. The other colors I have are red, black, and orange that is hard to tell apart from the red. Maybe this weekend. But who know what is going on.
Sadly I don’t. Do I want to go to sanfran for a nightstike. It is so awesomely ‘fun,’ but it leaves you so tired. And I have been tired alot lately. I could stay home, torque my harmonic thingajig and ‘play’ with my new darts. Maybe actually go to that lumber thing. Never been. Maybe never will. I think I remember last year there were horses. I want one. So I could ride off to battle after all the oil has run out, in 2012. But tonight I will leave you with this:
‘We played the flute for you,
and you did not dance;
we sang a dirge
and you did not mourn.’