Blog PostsFriends | BlogRest, TheBut we are the builders of things magnificent.We are inspired by the grossness of what we understand, and if there's anything I've learned in my time under the surface, it's that you don't get a damn thing done by wondering. My Mother is a Child, and This is my Only PenI remember those dayswhen that a haze in my head, a glaze in my stare, and a half dead icy awareness made my company -atmosphere- a part of me left a body away from where the rest of me was trying to be. I remember wondering if happy endings were made up misconceptions fucked up ways of building dreams for children and other people who don't like to think about what I think about. I still wonder, of course, setting death aside for a moment. Enough to try and figure what the hell we still try for. It's the little things, I guess. Then further: is that enough to combat the real big rest left out there.... Probably not. |