Length vs. Width. Which brings about more to fear?
Explain.
Structure has been given to previously mentioned collaboration project #2. And as it stands right now, ingenious. Jukebox, you are pure gold.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Matt Jones, they have forsaken you
I am confused as to why none of the definitions for "Jonesin" on urban dictionary mention any reference to excellent crossword fun. He may be no Will Shortz, but damn. I attempted to remedy this, but realized I am far too lazy to conjure 5 relative 'tags', and gave up.
DNA 1/4
Between obscurity and comprehension, I sway.
Lost my way.
Still I see shards of uncorrupted light shine.
Tattered remnants of hope, of faith.
Was einst war liegt nun in Trümmern
Dein Morgen neigt sich dem Untergang
Ein letzter Blick zurpck auf die von dir erzwungen' Pfade
Bevor die Zeit dein Dasein löscht
Back and forth, I sway.
-periwinkle sprinkle
Lost my way.
Still I see shards of uncorrupted light shine.
Tattered remnants of hope, of faith.
Was einst war liegt nun in Trümmern
Dein Morgen neigt sich dem Untergang
Ein letzter Blick zurpck auf die von dir erzwungen' Pfade
Bevor die Zeit dein Dasein löscht
Back and forth, I sway.
-periwinkle sprinkle
Monday, October 18, 2010
In Other News
I have been writing.
Excited? I am.
Two collaboration projects on the go:
1) Parkviol (reincarnated from a harrowing few months on the back burner. Reason for its relegation to the nothingness of modern day purgatory: Zilch)
2) As yet titled, structured, or really even thought out, but still so damn awesome.
And of course my personal forays.
A continuously growing stack of everything from the poetic to the nonsensical to the ramblings of a man who should quite possibly be institutionalized. But I digress.
The core of my putting pen to paper lately being a concept I have flirted with for years, while putting absolutely no effort towards whatsoever. But the pieces are falling into place. Baby steps Pat. Baby steps.
I would love to exclude these self pitying rants (well lately obscure, scattered, relatively short ideas laced with self disgust and an ever fading sense of metaphorical drowning) I leave here for you to read, but they are so few and far between these days I feel compelled to acknowledge them.
I have again returned to my whole not sleeping gig. So I am not entirely sure how well my sentences are flowing here. Might pop by later for a little revision. I doubt it though.
Back to reading, of all things, the Qu'ran (Why spell-check isn't recognizing this as a word is beyond me). The last of my first three source materials.
And onwards I write...(Thats almost catchy)
Excited? I am.
Two collaboration projects on the go:
1) Parkviol (reincarnated from a harrowing few months on the back burner. Reason for its relegation to the nothingness of modern day purgatory: Zilch)
2) As yet titled, structured, or really even thought out, but still so damn awesome.
And of course my personal forays.
A continuously growing stack of everything from the poetic to the nonsensical to the ramblings of a man who should quite possibly be institutionalized. But I digress.
The core of my putting pen to paper lately being a concept I have flirted with for years, while putting absolutely no effort towards whatsoever. But the pieces are falling into place. Baby steps Pat. Baby steps.
I would love to exclude these self pitying rants (well lately obscure, scattered, relatively short ideas laced with self disgust and an ever fading sense of metaphorical drowning) I leave here for you to read, but they are so few and far between these days I feel compelled to acknowledge them.
I have again returned to my whole not sleeping gig. So I am not entirely sure how well my sentences are flowing here. Might pop by later for a little revision. I doubt it though.
Back to reading, of all things, the Qu'ran (Why spell-check isn't recognizing this as a word is beyond me). The last of my first three source materials.
And onwards I write...(Thats almost catchy)
Sunday, October 17, 2010
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