My Stories

If you haven't noticed, or at least guessed, I enjoy the action of writing a lot. Say, not essays, however I love to write freely. I love being free with it. I can confine myself to paths and roads, but at least I'm not on a definite track.

Now, realize that I write, a lot. I mean, it's a great passion of mine. I write a lot of very personal stories that tend to be very deep for myself. I don't know if other people enjoy them. But one of my goals is to release my writing out to the public and have people feel something when they read them.

Also realize that I worry about how long my stories are. I don't add a lot of random filler, and when it seems like it it was either on purpose, or happy, random streems of my conscious mind. So fuck you. And I wanted to say that I am finally not worried about my stories being too "light" because people like fucking Stephanie Meyers have their font at like fucking 14, 1.5 space and with 3 fucking inch margins all around. 100 of her pages = 20 or 30 of mine.

Now, happy nights.

Nihilism

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Right now?:

I am doing an infinitesimal ammount of homework. I find the need to do it this time, as I normaly wont. Yet, I do at least fine in class, and the work does eventually get done before it is due.

I am also reading a lot of things. Across the Grain by Jean Ferris, The Crucible by Aurther Miller, The Strangers by Albert Camus. I recomend all three, in the opposite order given. They are all amazing, personally. The last is a thinker, the first is a heart opener and the last one that I hadent yet mentioned is just plain fun.

Now, for some random beat prose:

Now, for some random prose:

Now, now, I am not the carpet on which you walk on; not your dog; not your old wash sweater. Now, for I have little left to say, for no more random prose.

ECMOA

   I'm very fond of my sophomore Honours English teacher. She is easily up in my top five teachers of all time, and yes I know all my teachers of the future.

   So there is her hilarious ECMOA Blog, English Class Momments of Awesomeness, found here: http://havigecmoa.blogspot.com/. I was a bit of a bugger for not being found on it last year, but I just recently found something about me! Yay! Find it and you shall receive a cookie.

Dream Brother

For the longest time, this was my favorite picture.

So I tell them, Hiya how are you? and they told me I am fine, you? but they lacked any consistancy and I was too congruent for their square selves, so I asked them for my leave. And now, my mind is free from that of theirs and I can barely think of how I got here, but I find that I enjoy this. Now join me here, I beg of thee. And I say, Hiya, how are you?

A Conscious Awareness

   Maybe it's because I want to know I am alive. Or maybe I wanted to prove it to the existance of others. I've felt the atom of my futile existance, trillions of cells that made me make me, me. And yet, I don't feel finished.

   This, this is my stream of consciousness. As the jay birds of literature have asked the world, listen, for a stranger may find something useful to be used in the creeks which are mine. 

   My recreation is that of the jay birds. That of which the jay birds do is similar to my therapies. Those therapies are streams, where those streams are is a wonder of the world. We can tell where they end, but where the start, I Ask You. And also of you, I ask that you take my streams and compose them into a better symphony which I ask you to orchestrate.

   

   Now come orchestrate it with me: