He hadn't written anything in nearly a year. No. That wasn't entirely true. He had written something. Many somethings. Many somethings tantamount to nothing. They were no more than writing exercises. He would start with an idea, a wonderful idea, a brilliant beginning and it would go nowhere after a day. His flirtatious romance with inspiration was just that. His obsession with her kept him in withdrawal when she left and his sense of direction deteriorated. In his languor, he wondered why he kept to such deleterious circumstances. And then, she returned.
Laundry's not all that bad. It's the part after laundry that gets to be a bother.
I had a post here but I'll put it up some other time. Instead, I was going to put up a list of first lines of poems never written (such as "The raven caws overhead when she comes", but my mind spontaneously decided otherwise.
Cliches
From my window I can see a world sole unto me, the greens above and blues below in hues that only I would know, the shards of shadows on the ground about the trees they gather 'round, the rustling sounds of leaves that claw against the eaves and then withdraw, the twitter of the mockingbirds who sing as if they know the words, the ships that sail into ports bring things of many sorts, the pitter-patter of the rain against the double window pane, the trails of dirt they leave behind when the sun would come to mind, the blacks above and grays below in darkness only I would know, the shards of light upon the ground beneath the windows thrown around, the shapes they are and how they go are things that only I would know, and this world sole unto me is what I wish to share with thee.
Tit tat is a similar one. I don't think there is a way to portray the rain that hasn't been done many times before. This doesn't mention it, but it's obvious what it is:
Tit tat pitter pat splish splash river splat. Tit tat pitter pat dit dat window slat. Tit tat pitter pat dith dath woman's hat. Tit tat pitter pat splish splash in my path.
Once
The mildewy decimal system thrust upon him its yellow reminder that the past was never far removed from his current place. And, perhaps, that it left unmistakable stains. He thumbed through a volume he picked because it looked interesting, not the title, but the book itself. It smelled like an old tea bag of tanbark chips floating in a cup of hot water. His fingers avoid the coffee stains. He wondered how long it was since someone last saw the black-and-white photographs. He thumbed through another book and left them unshelved. They had been looked at. And all the beautiful people smiled and the one he loved would cry.
That one was good. ----------- How about this. . . . "The rain charged at the placid ground like rabid Carthaginian elephants, colliding with the dirt with incredible force." Seen that before? (That's copyrighted, btw!)
Metaphor. Idiom. Cats and Dogs. It's all the same.
It just dawned upon me that I might have drawn a self-referential Gantt chart for the name theme in the ASC a while ago had I had a different mindset, though would that just be a graph? Would it go further overhead or instantaneously nowhere? Ah well.
I don't know how many know how transparent people are on these forums. It seems altruism has some correlation with innocence.
With that:
We Had Cars
We had cars. They took us places. We had cars. They moved us around. We had cars. They brought us away. We had cars. They brought us back. We had cars. They moved us forward. We had cars. They took us places.
My use of vague words without context strikes again! Innocence as opposition to the pursuit and preservation of identity, self-image, and perception by society, or more approximately the constant pursuit of the idea that one has to be someone. I'm not sure if that makes sense.
I don't know how many know how transparent people are on these forums. It seems altruism has some correlation with innocence.
These forums. . .are mostly a monument to the crazed. Mostly a monument to the shallow. Mostly a monument to those who think Edward is way hotter than Jacob, or that Christina is soooooooooooooo better than Britney~or that the Jonas Brothers would totally pwn Demi Lovato, Miley Cyrus, and David Archuleta in a fight. But there are few who transcend this detestable pool of Disney muck, people who make the forums the shining gem they are. These people are different. These people are visionaries. These people have proper spelling and grammar.
That's a better definition of innocence than any previous I've seen. Given all I've seen previously are vague stabs at pools of examples.
It makes me think about to what degree one must surrender this innocence to pursue a dream. Because in real life, I am frequently described as an innocent character, but sometimes my study (and the amount of it required) has me lapsing into a philosophical crisis.
I don't know how many know how transparent people are on these forums. It seems altruism has some correlation with innocence.
[quote]These forums. . .are mostly a monument to the crazed. Mostly a monument to the shallow. Mostly a monument to those who think Edward is way hotter than Jacob, or that Christina is soooooooooooooo better than Britney~or that the Jonas Brothers would totally pwn Demi Lovato, Miley Cyrus, and David Archuleta in a fight. But there are few who transcend this detestable pool of Disney muck, people who make the forums the shining gem they are. These people are different. These people are visionaries. These people have proper spelling and grammar.
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There. In relation to the heart of the issue, not so much as the outward part of the issue. . . .
I have been intrigued by the ongoing conversations of this thread, yet must inquire, "What is the actual topic?" Perhaps it is too subtle for me to pick up, or maybe this thread is devoid of reason, and just simply exists? Or possibly that is true for all things, and they randomly meander about through a meaningless universe? While this dialogue has given the appearance of the musings of an atheist, I must protest that, as that is most certainly not I. However, if you take the time to examine this post, you will realize that this, itself, is completely lacking a purpose. So, to end this appropriately, I shall give in to my inner-randomness, and say, "Potato"
I have been intrigued by the ongoing conversations of this thread, yet must inquire, "What is the actual topic?" Perhaps it is too subtle for me to pick up, or maybe this thread is devoid of reason, and just simply exists? Or possibly that is true for all things, and they randomly meander about through a meaningless universe? While this dialogue has given the appearance of the musings of an atheist, I must protest that, as that is most certainly not I. However, if you take the time to examine this post, you will realize that this, itself, is completely lacking a purpose. So, to end this appropriately, I shall give in to my inner-randomness, and say, "Potato"
This thread, along with most of the threads in the art forum, has a topic, revealed in the title, though the actual topic at hand is very dynamic. It switches from various things.
