A bit of something new...
First off, an intro. Where I'm coming from for this blog. I've been lacking all motivation for everything, and really don't care much about anything. Depression? Maybe, but you know, I really don't care if it is. I'm somewhat happier now that I've been in a great while. I just started this blog for some short stories, maybe a bit of my imaginative day dreams written out. So here goes the first one.
Or maybe not. I've lost all imagination. This has the look of being more of a rambling less aimed blog. Too bad I live for the fantasy. Or maybe I live in a fantasy. Whatever, the song by 30 Seconds To Mars is great.
With the lights out it's a little less dangerous
Even with a stranger never gets painless
Don't be afraid (afraid, afraid)
Every time I think I'm gonna change it (think I'm gonna change
it, think I'm gonna change it)
It's driving me (driving me) insane (insane)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you live, do you die, do you bleed
For the fantasy
In your mind, through your eyes, do you see
It's the fantasy
Maybe tonight we can forget about it all
It could be just like heaven
I am a machine
No longer living, just a shell of what I dreamed
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you live, do you die, do you bleed
For the fantasy
In your mind, through your eyes, do you see
It's the fantasy
Say it, say it, say what you believe
Say it, say it, say it to me
Do you live, do you die, do you bleed
For the fantasy
Automatic, I imagine, I believe
Do you live
Do you die
Do you bleed
For the fantasy
Do you live, do you die, do you bleed
For the fantasy
In your mind, through your eyes, do you see
It's the fantasy
Automatic, I imagine, I believe
Automatic, I imagine, I believe
Say it, say it, say what you believe
(Automatic, I imagine, I believe)
Say it, say it, say it to me
(Automatic, I imagine, I believe)
Say it, say it, say what you believe
(Automatic, I imagine, I believe)
Say it, say it, say it to me
Automatic, I imagine, I believe
I believe, I believe, I believe
So the other day I was walking down the hall. Some crazy business was going on with the walls. You know, kind of there, but not really. I'm staring at this obscenity to the purpose of the standard wall for quite some time. I'm thinking, don't touch it. That’s when all the bad shit happens. Don't touch it, you'll be sucked into another world. I then got some bad flashbacks of the Super Mario brothers movie. Almost gave me a day mare, or scared me to death, what ever works better. So I stare at it a bit more, and I think of the matrix. Man that would be cool if I was the one. Just almost die from this watery silver mirror like substance, and I could be flying and stopping bullets. Take on superman and even the evil Man. At the thought of the man, I get the Hooker With A Penis song by Tool stuck in my head. That whole thought goes all over the place. Mainly back to the crazy wall, and the fact that no one has passed by me in what seems to be hours. Maybe it's just been seconds, and I've some kind of crack induced adrenaline. I don't know and don't care at this point. What I want is to be the greatest musician ever, and rock the world with all my glory. Some how this wall will do it. I take a step forward, and there go the thoughts again. You know what happens when the idiot in the movies investigate that crazy sound, enter the creepy house, or hell, do the whole candy man thing in the mirror. Man, does that musical ability sound good right now. In fact, the wall is shimmering more like musical notes. Not the written kind, but like I can see sound waves and read the music from the air. That was the winner right there. I don't even have to listen to get the effect of music. So I jump right on through. Sadly, nothing happens because I realize I was day dreaming staring at a wall somewhere. Now I'm sure hours have passed, but no one has interrupted my pleasant fantasy or even blocked my view. Who knows, maybe I just have hallucinations for no reason. I'll never know how much has passed, and why no one happened to come across me in this euphoric state. I'm back on my way to my shop, and I start thinking again. Maybe I was already in that fantasy world, living the derived fantasy of being the man who can read sound waves, and makes music that’s like ecstasy to the ears. Damn it, I was already in that world, and now I've jumped right back into this realistic one where I have much work to do, and no chance of playing a decent musical note on any kind of an instrument. I'm entering my shop, and the drudgery of electronics creep back into my previously over active brain bringing me back down to earth harder than anything I can imagine. Well now, that wasn't so bad. Started off slow, and ended up with a great story all imagined by me. Did I really stare at the wall? I might have. I don't always remember where I go or what I do. All this from a constant daze. This is the result of a brain firing on all 9 pistons...
Or maybe not. I've lost all imagination. This has the look of being more of a rambling less aimed blog. Too bad I live for the fantasy. Or maybe I live in a fantasy. Whatever, the song by 30 Seconds To Mars is great.
With the lights out it's a little less dangerous
Even with a stranger never gets painless
Don't be afraid (afraid, afraid)
Every time I think I'm gonna change it (think I'm gonna change
it, think I'm gonna change it)
It's driving me (driving me) insane (insane)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you live, do you die, do you bleed
For the fantasy
In your mind, through your eyes, do you see
It's the fantasy
Maybe tonight we can forget about it all
It could be just like heaven
I am a machine
No longer living, just a shell of what I dreamed
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you live, do you die, do you bleed
For the fantasy
In your mind, through your eyes, do you see
It's the fantasy
Say it, say it, say what you believe
Say it, say it, say it to me
Do you live, do you die, do you bleed
For the fantasy
Automatic, I imagine, I believe
Do you live
Do you die
Do you bleed
For the fantasy
Do you live, do you die, do you bleed
For the fantasy
In your mind, through your eyes, do you see
It's the fantasy
Automatic, I imagine, I believe
Automatic, I imagine, I believe
Say it, say it, say what you believe
(Automatic, I imagine, I believe)
Say it, say it, say it to me
(Automatic, I imagine, I believe)
Say it, say it, say what you believe
(Automatic, I imagine, I believe)
Say it, say it, say it to me
Automatic, I imagine, I believe
I believe, I believe, I believe
So the other day I was walking down the hall. Some crazy business was going on with the walls. You know, kind of there, but not really. I'm staring at this obscenity to the purpose of the standard wall for quite some time. I'm thinking, don't touch it. That’s when all the bad shit happens. Don't touch it, you'll be sucked into another world. I then got some bad flashbacks of the Super Mario brothers movie. Almost gave me a day mare, or scared me to death, what ever works better. So I stare at it a bit more, and I think of the matrix. Man that would be cool if I was the one. Just almost die from this watery silver mirror like substance, and I could be flying and stopping bullets. Take on superman and even the evil Man. At the thought of the man, I get the Hooker With A Penis song by Tool stuck in my head. That whole thought goes all over the place. Mainly back to the crazy wall, and the fact that no one has passed by me in what seems to be hours. Maybe it's just been seconds, and I've some kind of crack induced adrenaline. I don't know and don't care at this point. What I want is to be the greatest musician ever, and rock the world with all my glory. Some how this wall will do it. I take a step forward, and there go the thoughts again. You know what happens when the idiot in the movies investigate that crazy sound, enter the creepy house, or hell, do the whole candy man thing in the mirror. Man, does that musical ability sound good right now. In fact, the wall is shimmering more like musical notes. Not the written kind, but like I can see sound waves and read the music from the air. That was the winner right there. I don't even have to listen to get the effect of music. So I jump right on through. Sadly, nothing happens because I realize I was day dreaming staring at a wall somewhere. Now I'm sure hours have passed, but no one has interrupted my pleasant fantasy or even blocked my view. Who knows, maybe I just have hallucinations for no reason. I'll never know how much has passed, and why no one happened to come across me in this euphoric state. I'm back on my way to my shop, and I start thinking again. Maybe I was already in that fantasy world, living the derived fantasy of being the man who can read sound waves, and makes music that’s like ecstasy to the ears. Damn it, I was already in that world, and now I've jumped right back into this realistic one where I have much work to do, and no chance of playing a decent musical note on any kind of an instrument. I'm entering my shop, and the drudgery of electronics creep back into my previously over active brain bringing me back down to earth harder than anything I can imagine. Well now, that wasn't so bad. Started off slow, and ended up with a great story all imagined by me. Did I really stare at the wall? I might have. I don't always remember where I go or what I do. All this from a constant daze. This is the result of a brain firing on all 9 pistons...
posted by cyborg at 12:15 AM
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