January 2010
6 posts
Word vomit.
Intellectual conversations aren’t how they used to be. Why’d we have to leave? To change? Don’t let this go. You’re everything. Everything I could have wanted. Could. Maybe would. But that doesn’t have any relevance now does it? You’re calling out to me. But I don’t seem to get past being adamant. I’ll admit you were wrong. Oh wait, that was me. But...
“If you have no critics you’ll likely have no success. - Malcolm X”
Day One.
Hello blog-o-sphere. I’m trying not to be corny and talk about how this is my first post. Instead I’ll just sit here, hum a catchy tune, and try to conjure an idea original enough to suit my standards. (And an Emarosa song comes on, sweet!) My fingers are tapping along, and instead of humming, it’s turned into belting along with Mister Craig. *sings*Nothing feels real anymore....
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those...”