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I don't feel much like writing tonight, but for some reason I am anyways. It winds me down before I go to sleep, and being that my audience really doesn't have a face, I can say pretty much whatever I want, be as random as I want, be as incoherant as I want, and it makes no difference. I find that more often than not I am misunderstood. The things I say are taken for face value. Observation after observation turns this hypothesis true. People make up their minds about me as fast as I them. We are the same in that aspect I suppose. I remember in grade school when every guy was asked "who do you think would win in a fight, you or him?" every guy's response was "me". It was a pride issue back then, and I guess it still is. There were guys that assumed they could beat me up even though they had no fighting experience and I had both seven years of it, as well as a national title under my belt (which seems more insignificant as each day passes now), but I looked small and weak. I was no better than them though. I assumed I could beat them up too. We always are sure when someone is right or someone is wrong. When someone makes sense and someone doesn't. We, all of us, are guilty of being quick to speak and slow to listen. I can think of several times I have done so this week alone.

Did you know that when you talk to someone, and they have their arms crossed, they are not listening to you, but thinking of what they are going to say next? It is supposidtly psychological fact. Interesting. I've tested it out a few times, and it's pretty much true so far. In fact, I just realized that every time I pause to think of what to write next, I cross my arms. HAH!

I just realized something else. If you were to never have met me, and you read my journals, you would never know who I was. I was looking over them, and the way that I write and the depth I go into when I write are nothing at all like the way I act regularly. So I guess the only way this, or the way I act regularly, would make sense at all is if you were one of the very few people who knew both. Otherwise assumption reigns supreme, and you know what assumption does. It makes and ASS out of U and ME. But I realize that my entire audience has no means by which they may get to know both of me, so to you I grant full permission to assume away. Everyone else has no excuse.

I just finished writing a new song tonight. It's called "A Bed and Four Familiar Walls". I'll record it probably this weekend and maybe post it online. I should probably start doing that again. I haven't updated that sight in almost a year.

Poop, I'm tired. What am I still doing up? Oh yeah, I'm writing this meaningless drivlle of a journal trying to vomit up my most prominent thoughts before I go off to bed. So far so good. Tomorrow will be busy, as will the rest of the week. Not troubled though. I actually am having a pretty good week thus far. Of course it's only Monday, but who cares. If I thought hard enough, I could probably philosophise this week as already having begun and ended. Unfortunately, philosophy and I don't care too much for eachother. We both consider eachother to be blubbering idiots, only I'm too tired to care.

Fools and Kings
Fools and Kings

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there's no place like at the bottom of a well
with three balls of yarn and a stringless guitar
dead catapillars dead catapillars
soap and sugar
rotten sausage with eyebrows?

there... i feel content now that i have convinced my audience that i am either a genious or insane, and while you try to figure out which is which, i'm going to bed. Peace and Love.