I can do a million times better than anything I’ve come up with for quit a while. A man is only as good as his word, and I give my word that I won’t post anything for a long time. I’ll have a sharp haircut, a job I like, and a sunny disposition before I try again. I love Sam Beam, his song Weary Memory is it for me today. I never gave any generic compliments, I think you’re among the best I’ve ever seen.
It’s hard to remember because of how downhill this has been going for so long, but it used to be incredible. When I started this, my blog wasn’t so godawful heavy - I used to have fun with it. Just ignore this (please there’s nothing good to say about it) and move on to other things. I’m as embarrassed as I should be. [I’ve had very important things going on lately, just to try to make some excuse for being an idiot.] I’m going to start the tough part of genuinely moving on.
It’s not that tasteful to be so personal in a blog, but it’s what I have to work with, so it’s alright. I always explained it away with a couple things - before too long I’ll have outgrown most of what I talked about. But more importantly I have a good enough sense of humor to laugh it off. I had a revelation about how stupid I must sometimes look. I’m trying to become someone who deserves someone as good as you. No matter what, this means a lot to me. There’s no hard feelings (that was pretty smart), it’s just the circumstances of it.
Penny-farthing for their thoughts, from A Day on the River, 1941
*Another mawkish goodbye. What fun! Ironically, this will be one of my weaker goodbyes. Gives me something to do I guess.
When I posted that last picture it was strictly because it looked like a decent movie and I had some things to say. As usual I’m hip to all the cleverness, not bad.. (don’t mean that in the moralistic sense obviously). Who’s idea was this tumblr thing anyway? I bet we coulda had more fun than anyone. There’s enough good stuff to know where it stands. I’m kinda an Alkaline virgin, which is ironic because I’ve had the sex.
"Brilliance can’t save a dull, weak, ugly heart. I can." Not to get too personal, but that’s the most recent thing I jotted down. It’s just about me, nothing else. With any luck it might be the last thing I ever write. "[Her] views on life and art gave me a different perspective in everything that I do.” Yup.
Check Facebook for possible updates of my beard and Portland life! Thanks for listening, it’s too bad I could never have much fun here. I’d blame it all on the forum, but that’s probably not true.
I was wondering what this apartment building’s garbage chute looked like so I took a picture. That red thing is this awning with holes in it that look really cool at night with the sky shining through. My friends just let me borrow his Mario game today so I’ll be playing that for a while. Other than that, my disliked habit of having to write everything down and a cool ornament I found on someones dash.
That paper says ‘Great music to give courage to my friends and family.’ which is basically what I aim for and really sums up what I’m all about.
I photographed these cultural places in order to produce an effect of visual saturation. This profligacy of splendor contributes to stun the senses and at first glance provides an effect which tends toward abstraction. In a first step, the observer loses his references and after that he is able to pull out instinctively the concrete different elements composing the whole.
There are a lot of wonderful subtle differences in this picture. Makes it even better, really amazingly good.
I never figured out why I use the word ‘really’ so much on tumblr haha! It seems like a really unusual habit. I didn’t even consciously use it in that last sentence.
Boring pictures. My friend saw that tattoo of David in a magazine and kept it for me. It was such a weird thing how much I got into David’s world, he did such an incredible job of showing every part of himself that it kinda got stuck in my head. Haha I might have accidentally done something similar, huh? :)