Inspiration
Looking out my side window
I think I see everything there is to see
Know everything there is to know
I think I've got the whole wide world
Understood, in my hands
Then I hear a shrieking blare
And I'm forced back into reality
Where there's nothing I see, nothing I know
Nothing at all, in this whole wide world
It's all too much to fit into my two hands
All far too much for me to hold
I feel a push, an urge, but I know I can't
Possibly take in such an enormity
I studied for Deca for about four gruesome hours today. Then I slacked off and watched One Tree Hill on cwtv.com for about two hours. And now I'm here, typing this. I realize I still have a lot more work left, waiting for me by the side. Oh, would you look at that? There's a line!
Hmm, what I'm about to say has occurred to me numerous times before. Even though I totally suck at drawing...I think I can be an artist. If I want to. An artist with words... An artist with a camera, whether it be used for photography or moviemaking. Or maybe I'm being far-fetched at the moment.
Ow, my ear hurts. Every time I swallow, it...well, hurts.
When I went to the market yesterday, I picked up a box of Club crackers. No, I'm not implying anything with the word "club"--It's the name of the crackers. Or whatever. So I've been eating them almost all day. And at one point, I actually counted the holes on the cracker I was about to put into my mouth. Three rows of six holes in each: 18 holes in every cracker. And I thought about it and it occurred to me that almost all crackers have holes in them! I wonder why... No, that was not sarcasm. It was curiosity.
Okay, now we have the random bit over with.
And I'm going to go and resume my "work."
I think I see everything there is to see
Know everything there is to know
I think I've got the whole wide world
Understood, in my hands
Then I hear a shrieking blare
And I'm forced back into reality
Where there's nothing I see, nothing I know
Nothing at all, in this whole wide world
It's all too much to fit into my two hands
All far too much for me to hold
I feel a push, an urge, but I know I can't
Possibly take in such an enormity
I studied for Deca for about four gruesome hours today. Then I slacked off and watched One Tree Hill on cwtv.com for about two hours. And now I'm here, typing this. I realize I still have a lot more work left, waiting for me by the side. Oh, would you look at that? There's a line!
Hmm, what I'm about to say has occurred to me numerous times before. Even though I totally suck at drawing...I think I can be an artist. If I want to. An artist with words... An artist with a camera, whether it be used for photography or moviemaking. Or maybe I'm being far-fetched at the moment.
Ow, my ear hurts. Every time I swallow, it...well, hurts.
When I went to the market yesterday, I picked up a box of Club crackers. No, I'm not implying anything with the word "club"--It's the name of the crackers. Or whatever. So I've been eating them almost all day. And at one point, I actually counted the holes on the cracker I was about to put into my mouth. Three rows of six holes in each: 18 holes in every cracker. And I thought about it and it occurred to me that almost all crackers have holes in them! I wonder why... No, that was not sarcasm. It was curiosity.
Okay, now we have the random bit over with.
And I'm going to go and resume my "work."
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