March 2011
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The Perfect Nobody is a man everyone loves. I don’t mean to be poetic, but he never smells bad and always talks in a clear understandable voice. He never has moods swings, never shouts, and never swears. He looks exactly the way everyone would want him to. Don’t misunderstand me. The Perfect Nobody is a real man just like you and me. The mass of people are so amazed by him they stand...
The perfect nobody.
February 2011
41 posts
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I sat there for about an hour kissing an ashtray
Until I realized the saying didn’t work both ways…
Where would we be without everything
Hardly anywhere
Thank the good and the bad
Only look back to change
Only look forward to plan
Mom: Help! Our son is going crazy!
Dad: You're on your own. You made him
Son: Now kids, I think this was a group effort.
You’ll never be alone in a care till you drive
You’ll never feel free until you’ve lived your life.
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“The beauty of abstract art is that after you’ve starred at it just to...”
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My new favorite color is gray. Don’t attribute this new liking to the fact that gray is considered a generally emotionless color. It has nothing to do with being the mid point between black and white either. I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m just going to let this be my little secret.
Don’t take love
On an OBO basis
Search long and hard
Never at a garage sale
Or the classifieds
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Play me a song straight from the soul.
Tell me hopes, dreams, fears and lovely imaginings.
Speak to me honestly.
And when I’ve heard it ten thousand times
I want to smile at the end
And ask you to play it again.
Make sure not to forget about the ones you love.
Chances are we love them
Because they started loving us first.
If they weren’t first.
Maybe it happened all at once.
Odd enough as is
They feel our love
Before we notice our own
So lonely, we forget
we were giving it in the first place
Maybe he’d understand you
If you weren’t pretending to be someone else.
For you to know, and know that I know
And for me to know, and know that you knew
Would be to say everything unsaid
but for you to know and wonder
and for me to just, know and hope
seems just fine.
Burn down the Billboards please if you’re so keen on the attention span of the man behind the wheel.
Burn the hills while you’re at it.
Burn down it all and leave a road.
Then I’ll drive just fine.
If my mind had a memory delete program life would be fine. All I’d ever have to do is forget. I could keep the good and forget the bad and only wonder why things aren’t that way now. I’d end up forgetting today as well and never live at all. I’d never change. I might forget some of the wonderful things that happened too. I’d hate to forget them, except for who they...
I was standing at the front of the doorway with a bag of groceries someone had asked me to take in for them. They were hunger coalition bags and the apartments they lived in were without a doubt affordable housing. I couldn’t say what color the carpet was, because it was covered by so many other things. Jackets, trash, mittens and a lot of other things I couldn’t help but notice. Right...
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feel free
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Running away never helped. That never stopped it. It never stopped anyone from running. Maybe retreat would hep in war. This wasn’t war. What’s it like running from home? It’s not that building on the 3rd of Delaware. It was that one simple couch in the living room next to the window that had had those scars and stains to it that made it like none other. The coffee table was been...
People I wish forgotten
Never truly fade
They just become a blur
Pleased that I can’t see
Them for what they were
Yes, I will be spending my Valentine’s day alone. But I’m tired of complaining about it all in my head. All in all I’m just making excuses why things aren’t different. Stuck here complaining about the lines drawn in the sand, even though, I was the one who drew them in the first place. Everyone wants something different. Few people don’t create a reason why they...
Sometimes when I cross the line I slowly begin to wonder who drew it in the first place.
We complain about the radio not playing the songs we like, but I’m almost positive we’d feel slightly disturbed. There aren’t too many people out there who like to think everyone enjoys listening to the music they do. We’d feel unoriginal. We still complain about the radio not playing our style.
Words can either be the greatest thing we have to offer or the greatest waste of air. Words, more so than a great deal of other things, communicate who we are. It doesn’t take long to realize that we all go through the same struggles. Without words we have very few means of expressing empathy or the feelings of our soul. The only other way, which in some ways is superior, is through direct...
I wasn’t getting Viagra spam on my email until I joined Tumblr
I’m going to go to bed, and when I finally fall asleep I’ll say to myself, “wow, I just had the strangest day.” Then I’ll dream and it will all make sense. I will dream of adventures and death while running away from evil. I’ll even pick up cute girls on my four-wheeler in the forest while running away from the dark clouds(past reference). This sort of thing...
I’m not busy. I’m pointlessly busy. Those are by no means things I need to do. Somehow they’ve still been labeled them, “needs” rather than, “wants.” That’s why I’m stuck wasting my time. My path of least resistance leads to a cardboard box somewhere in LA. I can see it now. It’s so vivid. Seems pretty cold. The sad thing is that not only...
Remind me when I’m old. By that time I’ll forget. Remind me that I did in fact realize my life would flash before my eyes. I’ll sit there and wonder how it happened so fast. “How could I not realize that?” Is what I’ll ask. Be there when I’m old. I really will need someone to say, “you told me, when you were young, that you would say all that. Then...
I should stop asking what tomorrow will bring.
Instead I’ll ask what am I going to make of it.
I remember in middle school I forgot to wear green on St. Patrick’s day. I ran to the bathroom crying because I didn’t know why everyone was pinching me.
it’s always good to have friends that motivate you to do better, but at the same time it’s always good to know people who make you feel good about yourself.
“And I feel my insides bursting at the seams
And I feel my insides breaking into...”
– It was written in my dream playing on the CD I recorded over the guitar part I had written. The stereo was writing the drum and vocals parts for me, and in the dream, this all made sense.
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Dear Tumblr: Suddenly I want to reply to everyone’s posts with ridicule and dry humor. I want to give in to my evil side. Part of me needs it. Please appreciate the fact that I’m trying really hard not to answer to some posts with awkward questions and sarcasm. I deeply apologize for going crazy.
That awkward moment when you scream out loud...
I’d love to travel the world. Somehow I’ve only gotten around to appreciating what I’ve seen so far. I’d like to see a little more. Sadly, “traveling the world” doesn’t exactly mean that we’ve seen more than other people. I could spend my whole life exploring a single city without finding everything there is to see. I could get lost in Seattle or New...
tumblr blogs are a little like radio talk shows.
Don’t call into one to disagree.
Because even if you are right, you’re still gonna get verbally bashed over the head for whatever you say.
“About your hair you needn’t care
You look beautiful all of the time”
– The Kooks
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Make a difference
Be it different
Fascination
Infatuation
Moving on
Letting go
forward march
Find all truth
And plant it at the heart
Forced to grow
Or burn its life
In itself?
a pretty rose
But at the roots
our morals at stake
Destroy that light
Or find what’s right
And disregard such consequence
Truth to man with an action
and plan
Fear this most
All truth grows
Those who survive suffer to hold on. They don’t even know if they make it by the last page. Watch the side characters die off when the author chooses their fate. I think the strongest character is the one with the right mindset. Always try. Men under extreme pain and heartache have made more of themselves than I have. Every discipline of mine is soft. My conflict hasn’t fully come to...
My biggest pet peeve? It would have to be drama. This isn’t the type of drama that goes on in movies. Great, I’m glad someone was kind enough to explain that we have problems. Please move on. I understand that this comes fairly close to whining. Remember when we had to listen to music on CD’s and if we listened to the first song the rest had to be played in order? If not, let me...
Don't go telling people I'm single. I have a...
