Left Brain....Right Brain
Whats a fella to do when dreams are crushed? Your "plan b" falls blown out of the water.
Ive been down this road already. I hate it. Why am I here again?
I am a wanderer without a path. I am a compass without a needle.
3months later. 3 months of shuffling my feet. Seriously. I don't have ambition anymore. I hate it.
I sleep long hours. I dread waking. When I do, I take time to let my sloth set in.
I'm sorry for the bridges Ive burned.
I'm sorry for being disrespectful. I'm sorry for the then and there.
I'm sorry for ideals.
I'm sorry for not accepting.
I'm sorry for your hurt.
I looked too far into it. I set the bar too high.
Got that right. Way to go pal.
Imperfections is bliss.
Ha.
Imperfections kicks dirt in you're face and spits on you when youre down.
It gloats you like its only goal in life is your downfall.
I wake
I eat.
I sit.
I sigh.
I smile.
I busy myself.
Distraction is key.
Focus is key.
I have none.
You have plenty.
Find it.
Mold it!
Why bother?
Just more turns to fall flat on my face.
Shortcomings are numerous.
Why cant you see [it]?
I see it....they set the path down.
Use it. Follow it.
Or something else.
Bat your eyes girl.
Be otherworldly.
Count your blessings.
Seduce a stranger.
What's so wrong with being happy?
Kudos to those who see through sickness...yeah
She woke in the morning.
She knew that her life had passed her by
She called out a warning.
Don't ever let life pass you by.
Perhaps if a few years older; Id totally make a move.
I'm cautious of who I would call a friend
Who you aquaint is who you are
The darkest hours are when we choose a side
So make your pick and take a fall
Say something
Say anything at all
Make a move
Shes a southern girl...
You're an exception to the rule
You're a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted
Southern girl, could you want me?
Eyes that Vie
Your eyes are an undiscovered ocean far away
Any minute now keeping
Both poets and priests at bay
Don't get ahead of me
Could we just this once see eye to eye?
Could you want perhaps me?
Ask me how it feels to vie
To vie!
Silly me.
No, You're not the first to fall apart
But always the first one to complain
You better get careful or you'll compromise
Everything you are
...Leave me here in my stark raving sick sad little world
Kimbo Slice will be on the next installment of The Ultimate Fighter. Fighting as a heavyweight. Atleast Dana White gave him a shot. Ill be pullin for him.
In my fantasy I'm a pantomime
I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean
Words are too messy
And it's way past time
To hand in my mouth
Paint my face white and try to
Reinvent the sea
One wave at a time
Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight
I ain't afraid to let it out
I'm unafraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all
In my fantasy no such thing as time
Minutes bleed into days
Avant garde art
Show me your heresy
And I'll show you mine
We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride
I ain't afraid to let it out
I'm unafraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all
In my fantasy you look good entwined
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine
You're my deep secret
I'm your pantomime
I'll just move my hands
I promise you'll see what I mean
My name is chris, and I am in Kansas City (well... shawnee, KS. but close enough). isn't that cool? i thought you'd be impressed.
I'm getting kind of hungry. probably because this entry is about what i've done so far since i've been here.
we got here yesterday morning. i proceeded to burn cds and copy music to my laptop for the next several hours. then we went out to dinner. it was amazing. i got a glass of gewurtstraminer and a fish sandwich. today we went to gymnastics practice, and went shopping at kohls and old navy. then got gelato. now we're chilling at the house. leaving sometime either tomorrow, or early tuesday.
that's about it.
i should get some food. to eat. and stuff.
peace,
Chris
P.S. funny quote of the day:
"I distrust camels, and anyone else who can go a week without a drink." - Joe E. Lewis
