It's f'n late. Just finished with my homework on account of me getting home at 11. The blame is on my dad. I've been seriously considering breaking my ipod fast during my black college tour. It's suicide; six hours on African-American Airlines (Southwest) and nothing but my notebook probably? I mean...I can write myself to sleep but if that writer's block slips in, I'm done. Another realization came today; vanity is everything. Everything I have is more than I need to live so I have no reason to boast or put my nose in the air. This also means that...I have no reason to be sad either. If I've been blessed with this much, why should I mentally perish because a few things are taken away? (this contradicts my ipod decision if you haven't noticed) Today, was just...not the day.
On another note, if you ask a girl to prom and she says, "I have to ask my dad"...that's already awk in itself but if you continue to wait only for her to say, "You have to talk to my dad before I can say yes or no"...that's ridiculous. It's like, "I'm taking YOU to prom, not your dad." -___-
Internal Influence
The many within me
lace my consciousness
the ventriloquists that tie
together my common sense
Most times the reference is
singular, sometimes plural
Past ideas now shredded
and a mind state left rural
Immortal entities that
cannot be kept at bay
and the controlled-master
can only hope for the day
these same people
housed within his head
are the same voices
now are pronounced dead
Listening to: Last Good Sleep - Company Flow
1 thoughts:
Vancieee! be strong with your fast.
and definitely feeling the whole ipod thought. be nice to yourself on the flight atleast.
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