2.Infinity

Looking back on ALL those posts I wrote throughout this past summer is such an exhausting task considering the heavy topics they discussed like existential relativism, story narratives in popular music today, ukraine and russia upsetting the market, immorality of photoshop and waldo: where is he?! ha.

To be honest, I am genuinely disappointed in myself. Not because I starved you of the indulgence my blog truly is, but due to the simple fact that writing is therapy. I think I could've solved some problems much easier if I had the patience to open Flynn, jot brain doodles, publish, read, edit, then publish again. If only... OH WELL! I shan't be one to dwell on regret, that's 2009 Kanye's thing.

Side note: I'm planning to continue Pinkies Up for the rest of the school year, but for realzies this time. Though, don't expect one per week. More like one per exam when Madeline is feeling stressed.

ONTO THE NOW EDITION OF TONIGHT'S PROGRAM
"The NOW is a quick recap on past events...it's supposed to be ironic and stuff"

Now that we've had the talk ("it's me, not you"), watch this video. (Because that's follows a logical train of thought.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxPcQeYx43g

Now read this poem:

oblivion, here i am
little me, little lamb

crossing the rubicon

too far gone

another self left behind

never again of my kind

who is this steering?

who waits at the clearing?

shiver runs down my spine

a fear tasting like fine wine

battle scars melt into bone

no such thing as "fully grown"

shouting orders at a mule

when i too am a fool

control, a theory at best,

adorned like armor on the chest

silver stone rectangles

spurt from fallen leaves

labeled by others

for eternity

their shadows dip the earth

in dark, sloppy stains

trampled and forgotten

they lie waste in vain

aren't we all echoes

of the same, soft voice

pretending to be original

pretending to have a choice

this cave of confusion

drips in tears

its history etched

by timeless woes and fears

pride refuses to believe

the dirt where we are conceived

stupidity chooses to forget

its home so bloodied and wet

yet where does this leave me?

am i a fly who picks its web?

or am i a bird ready to soar,

craving every view of every door?

so here i set sail

with no colors to wave

refusing to fail

i voyage from this cave.

Now listen to "Drew" by Goldfrapp, "Viva la Vida" by David Garrett, "Once Upon a Dream" by Lana del Rey, and "The Man Comes Around" by Jonny Cash. No, they're not new or popular, but they are awesome. And my ears are addicted.

THIS CONCLUDES THE NOW.

GOODNIGHT.