Mush

-rooms

I do not exist as a body

I do not exist as a hand

I do not exist as a tree

I do not exist as the wind

I do not exist as a bug

I do not exist as an ear

I do not exist as an ear

I do not exist as an eye

I do not exist as a nose

I do not exist as a hand

I do not exist as money

I do not exist for capital gain

I do not exist as a thought

I do not exist as a hand

I do not exist as a book

I do not exist as words

I do not exist as a concept

I do not exist as an idea

I do not exist as a breath

I do not exist as a memory

I do not exist as a memory

I do not exist as a memory

I do not exist as a memory

I simply exist.

















I exist in a world that is ___________.







I exist in a world.

i will delete this

i will delete this.

i have already deleted plenty of lines before these.

Before I can complete a thought my mind jumps to another which is seen as more significant.

This hopscotch of topics ultimately leads to the impediment of my own work.

How many flashes of brilliance has the world been deprived of because it strayed from the author’s intention?

With every nod of our head and flick of our wrist, history becomes written.

The power to birth an idea, an action, a revolution in everything we do is one that goes unnoticed.

Being original is not coming up with something new but furthering the actions that seem insignificant.

I will delete this.

Today the realization was reached that life is a wonderful thing.

Unexplainable randomness and the fact that it breathes creation is miraculous when you think about it.

our existence is a fluke, by this same theory, our existence could end as a fluke too.

Can you explain spontaneous combustion?

Me neither.

When the earth explodes without warning, trillions of organisms will be remembered with the phrase, “once upon a time…”

I want to be there when man’s last seconds of life are stripped from him,

as the entire species kneels while they are choked with the excruciating pain of non-existence.

a part of me wants to be able to watch as the souls of the religious stop and ask for directions towards salvation

hear the exchange of words and see their mouths form the word, “fuck” as their gods drink the juices of their ignorance, eat the fruits of their naivety, roll cigarettes stuffed with their gullibility, and get high off of blind faith.

I will delete this.

for a lack of better words... hello.

Hello, I have written about 12 of these in my life: the introduction to a newly set-up blog. The first entry is the easy one, you find yourself in a particular mood where you feel creativity flowing from all directions. Writing regulary gets more difficult as your inspiration fades. I wouldn't be able to count the number of occasions on which i attempted to coax that creativity out of its slumber, usually resulting in more cigarette butts in a can than words on the page. If I hadn't used an arbitrary number, and 12 was actually how many introduction entries i had written in my life, i'm going to guess that of those 12 blogs i have started, only 6 of them saw a second entry and maybe 2 expanded beyond the fourth. I'm not sure if I am the only one with this problem but I tend to choke on limitless freedom. These blogs can be about anything, anything i want them to be, still the biggest hurdle preventing me from consistent writing is a simple case of writer's block. I can write about anything so I have no clue as to where to start. I feel it's a strange dilemma to have.

i'll try to keep things interesting.