I am starting this blog because it is something I have always wanted to do, probably since around the time I was in the seventh or eighth grade. This has always been a dream, and the time has come where I found my voice, or at least I think I did. This is a new chapter in my life and it is to help myself cope with things going on with my life, and in order to do that I felt it was time to move on from the ragged old journal and open my mind to the world. To speak quite frankly, I do not give a fuck about whether or not you enjoy reading what gets posted. Honestly, the only care I have is being able to speak my mind, tell the stories I would like to, and overall just enjoy myself. I guess you could call this my therapy, and it is at the expense of either your enjoyment or misery. So to the people that find satisfaction with this post and the posts that follow, I thank you, and I promise, at least from my own point of view, there will never be a dull moment. A few friends of mine will also be sharing what they find worth telling the world. To go at this alone would just be futile, especially when I know of so many around me that share the same raw hunger I have to express themselves but do not know how to. All together, this is stumpedwise, a dream of mine that will finally meet reality. And to the people that don’t like what we have to say, how we write, our perspective on the world and whats going on in it or anything else that this site will offer in the future, and I can’t speak for anyone else, but go fuck yourself.
I’ve floated here for far too long
gazing upon many other pools
but here I remain
Hands like raisins
that make me believe I have better grip.
Until a sweeping view inside of my head
reminds me again
It’s just figment after figment.
Not just going to bed,
But falling to sleep.
With the others who talk fast
and think slow.
And soon enough
Lungs like fishbowls.
The company of strangers
where we do what’s unaccepted to do.
when were left uncomfortable and wondering
who was once who?
as there is no feeling more comfortable
than that company of strangers
as the time passes on
this life becomes a little stranger.
but what was understood?
because we’ll never understand
unacceptable, unwanted, or unhinged at the hand
no matter how great the pain
there is no company,
like the company of the strange
They told me to fall in line or fall in debt.
I told them to fall off.
It’s been awhile since I posted some of my thoughts on this shitty, fucking
D grade website. Sadly, I have been so busy, there have not really been any good opportunities for me to share what has been on my mind recently and it has been a serious bother. If you want the complete truth, I spent a little too much time inside of the bottle over the past couple months, and while I spent that time surrounded in a liquid haze of spirits, there was unfortunately little writing to be done in my mind.
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the theory of a daydream,
I hold dear with my cigarettes,
the theory that held me down.
like the forgotten king said,
as I watch a cloud of smoke rise into nothing,
I realized what it’s all worth,
it’s all worth just about nothing.
here and gone or perhaps
there and back again,
what does it matter?
Just take the moment and begin to pretend
that we can buy our virtue at the door
but never forget,
the piper won’t refund the price
and the time,
oh it will forever be changing
while we can’t get our change from time.
there is always tomorrow I heard someone once say
until one day the theory never fades,
though another day it might
forever doesn’t exist
so hold those cigarettes tight
and in the next life,
you will find the ones who
can still recognize you
through the mask of a new face
you will recognize them too.
You want to answer the question?
The karmic debt we pay,
is only a fraction of the price
and lately I’ve been paying in change
so very strange
no one knows why
the world spins, the rain falls
no one knows why
but the time moves on
no contrition for the gone lost
nor the ones without their heads
it just keeps moving on
ever thought about yesterday
where it went, who could say?
yesterday was ten years ago
or at least we can try and believe so
what about tomorrow and the day before that
travel there but always forget how to get back
so very strange