I always pictured people who created blogs the type who layed around in their apartments in woolen sweaters typing furiously at the crack of dawn; thick black glasses reflecting the the light from the computer screen with a lit cigarette glowing under an ashtry, smoke curling up as creative genius empty into the world. An "Underdog Writer" An enigmatic soul reaching out to the intellectual community.... As attractive as that sounds, I am none of those things. I cannot claim that I am an artist or have anything to say that an intellectual community can appreciate. I need spell check and have conflicting thoughts most days But I figure that in this world too many CRAZY things happen to NOT say anything. This blog's purpose is to muse on those things. So those of you who volunteer your time to read this Welcome to Dear World :)

Monday, April 4, 2011

It's 6:30 and Gorgeous Outside

I think we were made too pretty. "We are caught up in a stare we cannot break..."
As quoted by the indie group "As Cities Burn" Its almost tragic how we are consumed within ourselves and our ownselves that we never look beyond our social confinements that hold us within our own prison.
and as im sitting here in the gorgeous outdoors in this amazing 80 degree weather...I feel lighter as my eyes are open to a bigger world besides my own...
then I as I see more than myself. 
it starts getting windy and  late outside.. i'm hungry
 and just like that I hear the click of the lock of my sentance  
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