Wednesday, March 25, 2009

A Continuation of Sorts

I wrote some rhymes about someone in my head right before I fell asleep.
They were so nice I decided to write them down in my moleskin.
(I haven't written in my moleskin in quite awhile)


I was going to post said rhymes, but they're pretty embarrassing.
They're not like, acoustic style rhymes, they're kinda in the style of rap, but I have a hard time talking normally as it is, so I would never be able to rap them coherently.




Maybe I'll post them later, I have to gain confidence before I do.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

The Music

Rap and I have an awkward relationship.
It's hard for us to balance our lives with each other's.
Sometimes what I want in rap isn't what I get.
And it hurts.

Most popular rappers now-a-day pull in suburban kids with lyrics that are silly and contrived.
I don't like a whole lot of that.
G-Clef is one my favorite rappers.
Mainly because his lyrics are real and subtle.
I wish Goin' to the Desert was on youtube, or any kind of online hosting source so I could possibly share what kind of rap I like to the world.






On the other side of the musical spectrum, I've been listening to my vinyl records of Bach, Beethoven, and Tchaikovsky.
Most of my Bach records are warped, so I can only listen to 2 of them.
At least the Brandenburg Concerto is on one of the two.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Solar Shield

I wear sunglasses 80% of the day.
80% of the time that I'm awake.
Of course.


My sunglasses are huge. Not joke-style huge. 
Just large.


They've been called many things, 'grandma glasses', 'cataract glasses', 'stunna shades', etc.
Well I don't do xtc, I don't have glossy failing eyes, and I don't know the pleasures of having grandchildren.
I wear them for the sense of dominance they give me.
Social dominance.

In all reality, I'm a harbored and quiet guy.
However, if I'm in an environment that I feel comfortable, in control of, I talk, joke, sing, all the time. 



Well my sunglasses broke yesterday.
I can already tell I'm compensating for their loss.
Saying silly things or flinching. 
Maybe this entire entry is a silly thing.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Flans

School is better.
But I don't care too much about it.
I'm tired a lot. I feel like shutting off for a day or so, but I feel I've gotten too tied up with.
Well, friends.


It's weird being confident that I have friends.
I haven't been this way since I was a small child.


Maybe I'm still lying to myself.