Monday, September 29

Stupid.stupid.stupid.

I'm still thinking about SLC.

fuck.

Sunday, September 14

Blindly Blinded...


I've realized that I'll never feel what I ought to feel for God. Prayers and fasting are all useless to me---mechanical motions I force myself to go through.

Where is the heart in it? Where is the blind faith?

I wish I could get the satisfaction that I see all those around me have. I wish that God would purify my soul, my thoughts---me. I wish he would chose to guide me to piety.

Then I wouldn't feel so guilty and hedonistic.

Or bloated. But I think that has more to do with Taco Bell then Mr. Divine, Himself.
-Cheers!

Saturday, September 13

Hide and Go Seek Around...

It's so hard to find words these days. They've hidden themselves from me, perhaps as a shield from the endless fog in my mind.
Perhaps a shield from the reality.

Writing is my instrument for truth. Without it, I can neither make distinction between fiction and reality, nor right and wrong.

This is a right ol' mess.

-Cheers!

P.S. I never got to see my dearest Billy Collins. Maybe there is hope for the Jason Mraz concert----if fate wills it.

Monday, September 8

Muga Me Endlessly...

I'm tired of writing letters to no one.

hahaha. Sarah Palin. ahahaha


'America, get there early because hope don't park your mother fucking car'
-Jon Stewart referring to Obama's DNC acceptance speech.

-Cheers!

P.S. I'm bad.