Install this theme
To conquer or to wither, for evidently people do not comprehend the in-between.

Aye, if only to be rid of cliche, and unburdened by external imaginary expectation. If the temporal were comprised of that which is infinite and ethereal, then perhaps the unfolding would be less of a romantic comedy and more of a cynical jest. For, in truth, reality is merely your farce. An unwieldy melding of astronomical, yet ignominious aspiration incessantly tempered by the erroneous brevity of sensory comprehension.

Truthfully, your significance is all rather arbitrary. Popularity, relevance, celebrity, and success…these are mostly matters of chance.

Better that you create your own definitions and abide by them, for ultimately it is only your peace of mind that retains meaning. Gasps for help and proclamations of togetherness are merely stop gap solutions which purportedly signify some semblance of transcendence, but in actuality are temporary denials of mortality.

Confoundedly, these wanderous affectations abound incessantly
To and fro, hither and there, this ponderous nature has proven most persnickety
Narrative traditions and ancestral expectations arrest
Upon contact with this particular psyche
A decidedly deluded tryst
A predestined string of ideation of purportedly distilled insanity
A digression comprised of equal parts rumination and decadent innoculation
The supposedly straightforward path is now anything but
For the formerly linear ray has metamorphosed into crystalline refraction
Comprised of innumerable intersections between thought and act
React and retract
That which was foretold by juvenile parables
Has proven to be woefully ignorant
Nothing but a well intentioned tale derided by self-indulgent introspection
The truth lies in the inaccuracy of correct
Which in actuality, is merely a matter of subject
A deduction of continuous weighing
The aimless amble knows no direction
And its result is defined by a lack of resolution

Confoundedly, these wanderous affectations abound incessantly

To and fro, hither and there, this ponderous nature has proven most persnickety

Narrative traditions and ancestral expectations arrest

Upon contact with this particular psyche

A decidedly deluded tryst

A predestined string of ideation of purportedly distilled insanity

A digression comprised of equal parts rumination and decadent innoculation

The supposedly straightforward path is now anything but

For the formerly linear ray has metamorphosed into crystalline refraction

Comprised of innumerable intersections between thought and act

React and retract

That which was foretold by juvenile parables

Has proven to be woefully ignorant

Nothing but a well intentioned tale derided by self-indulgent introspection

The truth lies in the inaccuracy of correct

Which in actuality, is merely a matter of subject

A deduction of continuous weighing

The aimless amble knows no direction

And its result is defined by a lack of resolution

All is well.

All is well.

werkin’ from 7 to 11, e’ryday…

An island in the sun.

I need a break. bad.

Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces.

My falsified abandonment has been internally overstated, and the use of the medium has become somewhat opaque. I have purported grand plans for the sake of dramatism, primarily as an excuse for the dearth of updates. Ideally (emphasis on the ideal), I would like to transition this formally expeditionary journal into an accumulation of quips and photos as I evolve my mediated thought into something more significant (I am coding a website on which I will share my short stories/poetry).

It is difficult for me to progress, despite my immediate revolution, into something worthy of definition. This is a notion somewhat contrary to my mental acumen, which tugs my consciousness ever forward, and I am aware that my ostentatious presentation may dissuade many from following me further. However, this station exists not for the feint, as this medium is a reflection of my unaltered thought.

Until you hear from me, I will be wading through indistinct possibilities. I mean this not to be purposefully nebulous, but to realign you with my internal vagaries.

be well.

Well, you don’t care about these scenes I treasure
About these west winds, I know.
new ideas forthcoming.

new ideas forthcoming.