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So, this is an experiment I came up with the other day and want to try out.
I’ve noticed that I usually see something on tumblr a minimum of 3 times due to people I know constantly regblogging the same things.
So.
This blog will make one original post: this one. From…
every step we take is a step away from one thing and towards something else.
Thanks to my buddy Alexis I am now famous… Thanks Alexis!
When we die, it’s assumed by many that our consciousness ceases to exist.
Perhaps it is not our minds that go dark, but instead the universe around us which ceases to exist. Therefore death could be considered being adrift in a great void, severed from all others’ consciousness, nothing to light the way… Perhaps.
Because in the end that is all we are;
Our unique colors, sounds and heat signatures,
Our lives flashing before our eyes.
A beautiful, meaningless blip in the noise of the universe.
Forgive me, forgive me
If I seem alarmed
I had a motionless moment
No harm’s done
You see right through a million
Words that I harrowed
And built of mountains of shrapnel
I’ve made my mind up, my mind up
Because the line drawn in the sand’s wrong
Where all the pioneers have gone
And all that’s left are unresolved
Out of step opinions
And you say the word and I will come
With overbearing clouds of woe
Out of breath but not alone
Forgive me, forgive me
If I’m straight for awhile
I made a poisonless process
That is getting old
I always wind up
With boxed-up over crinkles
A motive, motives
I’ve made my mind up, my mind up
And I could care less who’s turned off
Where all the pioneers have gone
And all that’s left are unresolved
Out of step opinions
And you say the word and I will come
With overbearing clouds of woe
Out of breath but not alone
Who’s turned off
Who’s turned off
They always say “Hooray!”
It has to leave us
You were not alone when
We have been stretched too far
Where all the pioneers have gone
And all that’s left are unresolved
Out of step opinions
It’s like we’re dead once more
But you say the word and I will come
With overbearing clouds of woe
Out of breath but not alone
I need to start writing on here I suppose, especially because I want this blog to grown into my online center of creativity, my own (very) little slice of the internet. So starting from today I’m going to try and update this with some sort of material, whether it be food, music, writing related or for anything else that might pop into my crazy (I don’t deny it) head. Oh yes, at least once a week. Probably Friday, just so I can call them 4sq4 Fridays or even 4sqFridays. Of course, there may be updates randomly throughout the week, so stay tuned!
On a side note, I’ve figured out how to divide the blog into pages (such as food, music, etc.) but not how to tie individual blog posts to these pages. Can anyone help me out with this? Thanks.
So for those of you who don’t know me, my brain doesn’t really stop doing things. It tends to buzz in the background, even when I’m spacing out (sometimes it’s the cause of my spacing out, so now you know). A lot of the time it’s just noise, something I’ve gotten used to, but there are times where either the noise meshes in the right way, or it’s a special kind of noise (uh… not noise?) which comes out as a nice coherent string of thoughts. Maybe it’s a song, maybe a story, maybe a snack. I’ll try and keep track of it all here.
Anyways, because I’m too lazy and tired to write anything new, I figured I’d put something old on here. In fact, I’m probably going to be putting a lot of old stuff on here, because as I said before, I want to make this tumblr the nexus of my thoughts and ideas. Besides my own head, of course. I’ll be porting over stuff from my (currently on the shelf) project The Underway, as well as anything else I can find.
It’s kind of apparent, but you can follow me on twitter @4sq4
So without further ado, here’s part one of a three-part poem I wrote in high school, “The Land of No” (It’s quotes, right?):
Radiohead - Full Stop (Live @ The Palace of Auburn HIlls 6-11-12)
Thom Yorke hiding in his band’s equipment pile before lobbing a water balloon at Chris Martin of Coldplay fame. Yorke purportedly yelled “suck a fat one” before running into the crowd and hiding beneath the stage during Rihanna’s set.
Here is some of the stuff I’ll be taking to MCM tomorrow, not including stuff like books, prints, and other bits and pieces. Be sure to stop by table J9 nice and early before they all go!
