I am beginning to appreciate walls more and more now; and even more than that I am beginning to understand the true complexity of paint and the subtlety with which it dries. To say that I have never seen the tonality in many aspects of third party life would probably be so much more accurate.
So life gets worse from here on in , eh..? Oh bugger... I suppose I should have guessed. That constant feeling of exhaustion turned out to be my capacity for irrational thought slowly being stripped away bit by bit only to be replaced by blanket numbness. For the first time ever, I can now stare solemnly at a wall and find instant and ever lasting entertainment - this only serves to make me want to throw my TV out of the window.
At this point I am seriously considering taking the top off of the television, ripping out the screen (scream) and replacing it with age retarded red bricks and hope in vain that no one will notice the difference. The entertainment may be mildly better, but one fears the damage has already been done.
This life lived while dead from the neck up reminds me of the sheer horror that was school and the nightmarish thought of being prepared like food for the modern world, but how many could have possibly thought the modern world could possibly be so culturally backward and filled with gawking morons. Watching real life has become like staring at a car crash in the rain on a motorway.
So what does that make of my wall? Well, my wall is dulled, dirty and has not seen paint in many years. It neither shines nor reflects, but absorbs light no matter the source - a dark laugh in spite of will coaxing ultra violence.
Maybe we should all just kill our TV's?
Current listening:
Heartsrevolutions "Kitsune: Ultraviolence"
Leigh
So life gets worse from here on in , eh..? Oh bugger... I suppose I should have guessed. That constant feeling of exhaustion turned out to be my capacity for irrational thought slowly being stripped away bit by bit only to be replaced by blanket numbness. For the first time ever, I can now stare solemnly at a wall and find instant and ever lasting entertainment - this only serves to make me want to throw my TV out of the window.
At this point I am seriously considering taking the top off of the television, ripping out the screen (scream) and replacing it with age retarded red bricks and hope in vain that no one will notice the difference. The entertainment may be mildly better, but one fears the damage has already been done.
This life lived while dead from the neck up reminds me of the sheer horror that was school and the nightmarish thought of being prepared like food for the modern world, but how many could have possibly thought the modern world could possibly be so culturally backward and filled with gawking morons. Watching real life has become like staring at a car crash in the rain on a motorway.
So what does that make of my wall? Well, my wall is dulled, dirty and has not seen paint in many years. It neither shines nor reflects, but absorbs light no matter the source - a dark laugh in spite of will coaxing ultra violence.
Maybe we should all just kill our TV's?
Current listening:
Heartsrevolutions "Kitsune: Ultraviolence"
Leigh



