Rubbish.

Most of everything i post here are my thoughts that go through my skull at mach 10. It's a weird brain exercise to write down everything that goes through my head and crosses my mind at the moment of writing it. Most of it seems like rubbish that i just randomly threw together, but in all reality, it's releasing some old emotions and thoughts that I didn't even think wandered around in my brain. Some of the content is from short daydreams that i have also. Basically, that's not all i'll be posting. I should get around to actually posting up new sketches, sculptures, and/or paintings, throughout each month.

And to any very unlucky people that had a glance at this blog. I'm sorry for wasting your time. That is all. . .

Belgian chocolate anyone? No? Ok. I'm eating yogurt. Kind of a creamy tasting fella

I hadn't really began on my homework that day until it was 4:00 in the morning. School was embarrassing to go to without my socks on, it always came down to that after being too lazy to throw my socks in the laundry. Sometimes I still wear no socks. . . Only when I'm eating wheat though. But today I found a cool looking big-thread hemp jacket that resembles sort of a 60's military/lifestyle look. I only beat the eggs for five minutes, but usually like my omelet flipped to the side like a coin. . . I was chasing down this girl in an orange neighborhood ( a bland/gloomy one. ) And she was only in a bikini. She was the last girl I had a crush on. But it was from a dream I had the prior night to going on back to my normal mind. It was like a clam with no meat, just an empty void of the extra chilli can it once was. Melancholic days.

Dynex mouse, dried milk.

Dive into your brain waves of positivity.

Granules of sand shape the visions that I gather.

Sounds of an overcast day on the asphalt.

Gloomy Thunder heads lurk around the corners.

No space.

There is space, in the alleyways.

Eat shit.

Anger builds for no reason.

I fucking hate people.

Wisdom Mulch.

This is the first song I discovered from The Brian Jonestown Massacre. As I listened to this, I thought of going on a road-trip with my friends through Utah. Just to explore the great and absolutely brilliant canyons, mountain ranges, soda fountains, and industrial areas.

Definitely one of my most favorite tunes. It brings up a lot of emotions. . . happy ones at that.

Don't make coffee. Poor milk, then Bilbo's pocket lint.

Basically I had no idea what to think of when I saw her, except "I wonder if she has English teatime brand tea?". I was thinking that because I was craving English teatime. And because I wanted to find something to do later that afternoon.

If you come to hear your own thoughts of when you write out your own thoughts, then this is not the place for your corduroys. Or any type of pants for that matter. Sometimes sifting down the lines of blank sheets just make me think of melancholic school days. . . Not necessarily in a bad way. I just remember feeling as though someone had put me in a desaturated basin of nothing but empty stomachs and a grainy textured floor.