Damn I'll Bring Them To Their Knees...

i started a new habit last week. everymorning. when i wake up. i sit down and write 4 pages. for full lined pages. of absolutely nothing. whatever comes to my brian. i assumed it would be just another deadend way to occupy alittle more time in my day. but its become a monster. i find myself writing 4 or 5 pages, 2 or 3 times in day. 6am when i wake up, or 5 am when i go to bed. its become such a release, such a force. everything i think. i've realized i think more than i thought i thought. its good. its becoming. i think i'll write a book one day. or atleast a magazine editorial. about shoes, or hair, or the best way to kill a man undetected in under 3 moves. ah-oh. that only happened once. i look forward to this again. i'm glad i've started writing again. i'm glad i've started thinking again. it was a cold winter. a very somber winter. i think the ice is melting around my brain and around my hands. things are looking up. i find the more i think the more cynical i become about well, everything. just because well everything probably sucks. this is definatly not the best of times in this world. yeh we are blessed. with what. internet and cell phones and public transit. go fuck yourself. our world is falling apart around us. all that these blessings do for us is priorities the necessities for us, in a, well, less than first standing. so fuck it. whats so great. the only thing anyone has left, is the people around them. thats it. the rest is falling. fast. its all gonna burn, so start lighting her up now i guess. mayhbe thats alittle too dismal. i think my next entry will be on the joys of pure maple syrup and why its fun to fly kytes. yippie fucker!