April 30th, 2oo9

“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.”

-Chuck Palahniuk

I am not the hero
and I am not the villian
I am simply the innocent bystander
Who writes the story down.
I'm the cameraman who
stands behind the machine
filming the disaster
and the story teller.

I write. I observe.
I let life pass by me
So I can record others triumphs

For what?
The future,
I guess.

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I apologise if the last little blog post made no sense. I'm listening to music and not paying attention to my grammar etc. Like right now I'm typing this but my mind is telling me to type blister please with those wings in your spine love to be with a brother of mine how he'd love to find your tongue in his teeth in a struggle to find secrets songs that you keep wrapped in boxes so tight sounding only at night as you sleep and in my dreams you're alive and you're crying as your mouth moves in mine soft and sweet rings of flowers round your eyes and I'll love you for the rest of your life...
yeah you get the point.
I'm really surprised I've been able to keep up with this project. And happy about it. It's nice to have something I know I can do every day, even if I don't enter the poem into blogger every day. But I definitely write one a day and usually update a few at once.