He makes me feel like a fritter plunging into boiling oil.

Oh magical realism. Suddenly it doesn't seem so magical. It makes absolute, perfect sense.


Anonymous
08:42:00 PM

i love him. why is that so hard to admit? maybe because he doesn't love me. well sure thats nice thats really nice. to let someone love you but you not love back... thats like letting someone buy you a gift and then you not giving them one. ok so maybe he loves me just a bit but we will never mesh again. nope never. then why does it feel like we are still in love but without all the good stuff?


Anonymous
08:14:00 PM

Sometimes, I think life is like band class. Everyone is playing an instrument, and is in a section with the instruments of that kind. (People switch instruments sometimes.) What you hear the most is your own section -not only are they the closest people to you, but you are sort of tuned into them, so that you can stay together. You read the same music, albiet different parts at times. Second most prominently are the sections directly in front, behind, left or right of you.
When you first recive a piece, you have a hard time at first getting an idea what it is supposed to sound like, because the sections are not together.
Even though everyone in band can read music, trying to play some other instrument's music on your own typically doesn't sound too good. A lot of percusionists can't read the notes that well, and most of the band would be confused about the markings on the percusionists's music as well.
Sice the musicians can't hear everything equally, it is up to the conductor, at the front, to tell them how to play. This can take a while. When the concert comes around, the musicians sit on the stage and play how they were trained, everyone claps, and they leave. To the audience, it was a lovely performance, but the musician still hears his/her own section most of all. Unless there is a recording, they may never know their part in the whole.
Sometimes, there's a really crappy conductor. Many times, not everyone is in tune. But the band plays on...


Anonymous
10:28:18 PM

I see no reason to keep trying with this whole "life" bit. Failure seems to be compounded by failure until the whole thing falls apart like perforated toilet paper in the rain.

Anonymous
06:06:47 PM

We fear the dark for we do not know what lies behind its veil.

But why do we not therefore fear the light, for those in the dark can clearly see you.


Anonymous
05:25:56 PM

So I've been thinking lately that when a Webster's dictionary or an encyclopedia upgrades, everyone switches additions if there's something new. Perhaps you don't buy the knew one in interest of money, but we still use the same rules.

Then I was thinking, isn't Islam like Monotheism v3.0?

Christians are lagging behind a bit, and you jews, man you guys are like dial-up.


Anonymous
12:47:45 PM

My life has quirky characters, paced scenes, and plot. I wonder sometimes if everyone's is like this, or if I'm just different, or if it's because I'm a writer.


Anonymous
05:44:44 PM