Articles by delirium
Have you ever come to the sudden realization that you have nothing in common with the people "close" to you? You only hung around those because you didn't want to be alone. Damn, "those people". What a distant way to phrase it. Apt I guess. But anyway now you're a lonely fuck. Lonelier than you...
It's 4:45 A.M. I've been up all night. I can't go to sleep. I'm listening to some Hip Hop in Japanese. I can't understand it but a few words here and there. That doesn't really matter though. Listening to the rhythm and cadence in their words along with the accompaniment of the instruments is...
That's what I hear this little voice in my head say. He's got a certain tone in his voice like he knows it all. And not a know-it-all kinda tone in his voice. He really does know it all. I have these urges to want to say, "Okay. I'll go up to my room and grab a pen from that mug that cousin...
I remember when I'd hold back tears. And sometimes when I couldn't do it anymore. I remember the sunlight hurting. I remember not speaking for days straight. Not for not having anything to say but for having no one to say it to. I remember when you weren't someone I could trust and a fake smile...
Certain things happen.
Little things.
Things that make me smile.
It's certain little things that happen to me that would sound insignificant to a lot of people if I tried to relate. But then they happen and automatically they have to be shared with you.
You're a friend.
It's...
I looked to the right and there was an oncoming car. A flash of light and I was knocked off the highest horse. Looking at the clouds float away the sky cleared. The last piece of the puzzle put in place. I didn't need to take either of the fork. I was at the light at the end of the tunnel...
You are very beautiful.
I typed the above sentence thinking of you.
I would have liked to have typed more but I'm not really sure what else to say. Sometimes I think words are forced out for the sake of "sounding" pretty or deep or whatever. A rose by any other name I suppose. But not a...
Standing on top of a playne. Any playne eyes closed. A boeing playne. A clarity of brain type of playne where every concept is simple and playne. I'm light. It's not a happy thought but naught thought, seeking to forget what was taught, letting go of what it sought and caught that makes me...
For the past week I've been feeling like utter shit. I don't know what's wrong with me. All I can do is sleep. I feel so heavy. I try and read but I can't form the pictures in my head. I try and eat but nothing tastes good. Hell, it's even a task to listen to music at times. I can't find the...
It's 9:22 P.M. as I start this blog off. In 2 and half hours, by I suppose astronomers' standards, I'll be turning 21 officially.
Another year passed and I don't really feel any different. But I think I figured out why that is.
Earlier Tyk said I should do a blog entry about my birthday...
We were lying in bed watching T.V., your head on my chest. I tried to say something cute so you?d look at me with pursed lips and I?d steal a kiss. I could see that it worked, but you put up some resistance; played hard to get. I played your game. Flipped you onto your back, got on top and said...
how you I hate.
I hate you. My whole being down to the hair on my balls hates you. Down to a thousand past life times of being I hate you with. I hate your hair. I hate your stupidly scrunched up face. You look like you got punched and everything on your face decided to collapse in on...
Sans the hands of time, it was all stopped. Him, there, on the grass. The tiny lady bug occupied his attention. It would walk up and down his fingers. Index to middle, in between and onto his palm. And he'd twist his wrist, raise his hand and/or tilt his head to follow it. He thought it peculiar...
...people are celebrating while other people mourn.
Choose one. But leave the other.
No. You leave that if you're going to take this. That only comes with other things not associated with this. If you try and take that with this you're going to mess up my inventory.
A happy customer...
In my last blog I got my music information wrong and was met with this response:
This is what people have come to think of me. I guess I've created this name for myself around the board as being some music guru who's knowledge on the subject cannot be touched. The term that really irked me...
I was listening to a song called Three Dog Night. Not recently. You can say that this entry has been 4 years in the making. It's a song by the Beatles. The opening lyrics are:
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number...