God! That's Good!

Oh no! Not me! I never lost control. You're face to face with the man who sold the world.

Time started: 3:01 pm.
Time of awakening: 12:07pm
Weather: Stormy, it's becoming a usual.
Music: The Night Pat Murphy Died - Great Big Sea
Mood: Cheery, but because of the music I kinda feel like getting mass Irish drunk and dancing on the tables.
Current Thoughts: The guy in the song 5000 miles sounds soooo whipped.

So it's midway through July, and what have I done with my summer? You could say not a lot, but I honestly feel like I'm getting somewhere, perhaps not physically, but my mental condition has improved so much and I feel a lot better than I did when school first ended. Purify the mind and the body will follow. That's the hopes here. My body isn't as healthy as it could be, but once again, better than it was.

Everything small seems to be more interesting, everything sacred, less confusing. The world is slowly turning and I am no longer standing still. I am no longer a sitting duck trapped within my own walls, which I myself built. The fabric is tearing, the tears are drying and the worst of the moment is behind me in a whirl of dark colours which I will one day turn around and cherish. Maybe not today. Maybe not yet. But one day. Everything will be better, and you know, it's all ups and downs. Where's the fun without that?

So off my own inner turbulence. I really feel like dancing. But I can't Irish dance. I'd want to though if I could. I also kinda feel like writing. That's probably what I'm doing here. Trying to satisfy my urge to write. I'm not in the mood for a novel writing binge, I just want to write. OMG I HAVEN'T WRITTEN POETRY IN SO LONG. I should do that. That's what I shall do. I'll do it right now.

Implications of Propriety

An anarchist somewhere is ready to awake,
To open his eyes and welcome the day.
Thankful for the oppertunities he will take,
Already thinking of things he will say.

A seven year old girl gets struck down in the streets,
By an automobile whose breaks were cut.
The paramedics cover her with plastic sheets.
The boy with pliers watches with his eyes shut.

An elderly man breaks down and sobs in dispair,
Thinking of his seven year old sister.
His mother had told him to be greatly aware,
And be sure not to help the strange mister.

This grevious tail of many woes and hardships,
Is a warning to those who tend to think,
That the lives which have seemingly simplistic scripts,
Don't cause terror further down the chainlink.

Ok I'm pleased, although VERY annoyed with my father. I'm listening to fiddles still. I should probably go now... Before I start getting repetitious and such.

Bye!

Update.

I read the news today, oh boy....

Mood: Excited
Time: 12:00 am lol on the dot.
Physical Condition: Tired and sore.
Mental Condition: Happy (There's a first for everything)
Music: Don't Leave No One But The Baby - Alisson Krauss / Emmy Lou Harris
Location: In a chair, in front of a desk, near the front door.
Thoughts: My cat is being special again... I can hear her falling down the stairs... I thought cats landed on their feet. Oh jeez, she's squeaking... I thought cats meowed. Hmmmm....

So there's a breakdown of my current condition.

It's now summer, and I am currently stuck in my house... ALL FUCKING SUMMER. Except for the lovely week and a half out in B.C which I am looking forewards too sooooo much.

I RECORDED A SONNNNNG TODAY!

That's another exciting breakthrough, but it's late and there's no one to share it with :(

Hmmmm I actually don't have much to say, this is pathetic. I shall have to post again soon. I'm quite tired actually and I've barely eaten anything lately. Been too wrapped up in my own world of recording and writing. Bah it's soooo... Laxidasical. Plus there's no food in my house anyways. We're poor.

"And said the government unto the people ' Ye who possesith no money, shalt not possesith nourishment.'" And so it was. And it was not good. And everyone now because of it should hate the government.

I AM ALSO WRITING A TRILOGY!!!!!!!

Exciting no?

Anyways I'm done for now as I have nothing better to say, and I think my joints in my left had are developping arthritis from all the typing.

Night!