| Alright guys. Heres how it is. |
[14 Jun 2006|12:04am] |
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Calexico - Alone Again |
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I'm the kind of person that spends all of his time thinking about the things he could do, but doesn't. This became aparent when i found myself thinking about how i could just open the door and hop out of a car while going 65mph south on 43 to Millwaukee. Obviously i wouldn't do that, but it's the fact that there is nothing their to stop me from doing so. That intices me. I could scream profanities in a crowd of people and claim turrets. People would understand my problem and have to live with it. The fact that they wouldn't know i was lying about my having turrets intices me. Again... i definatly wouldn't consider doing that... unless it was for a documentary. I have a pretty messed up imagination. My mind is always somewhere weird. Sometimes people think i'm upset about something, but really... i'm usually just thinking about some messed up scenario. A lot of the time it's about something i have to face in the future. College stuff for example, is a big one lately (obviously). Girl stuff. Job stuff. Driving stuff. Friend stuff. Film stuff. Guitar stuff. Writting stuff. Money stuff. It's all there. It's not that i feel anxious about any of it. I just find myself thinking about it all... a lot. and sometimes all at once. I certainly dont see this as a problem either. I'm pretty sure everyone who ever existed has gone through the same situation consistantly. I just enjoy writting about it. It's actually really interesting to think about thinking about all that stuff. I promise, my fellow friends, i'm not high. Just very content and observant. I leave with a quote... and some links. Cause i like tornados.
Imagination is the living power and prime agent of all human perception.
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
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