D A T E L E S S
A story: A man fires a rifle for many years; And he goes to war. And afterward he turns the rifle in at the armoury; And he believes he’s finished with the rifle. But no matter what else he might do with his hands, love a woman, build a house, change his son’s diaper; His hands still remember the rifle.
—Jarhead, 2006
:)
(via horridatmosphere)
Hans Zimmer
Oh time!
How you elude the fastest of distance runners
…the best of travelers
….and the grandest of immortals
All In a word full of fiction and fantasy.
Like a certain chamber chemical process,
I can not undo you
Like a bad intimacy encounter!
Or the copulation partner
You’re a river flowing in
one direction
with no purpose
no destination in mind!
What is your motivation?
Who do you answer to?
What is your calling?
You are
like a river
flowing in
one direction
and we are living on your
current.
I have over 11,000 unread messages in my mailbox.
True story
So there’s this girl in my school. She types on the computer. I like girls that type on the computer. Hawt.
I have to memorize this Robert Frost poem for English
these woods I think i know
his house is in the village though
he will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow
my little horse must think it queer
to be stopping without a farmhouse near
between the woods and a frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year
he gives his harness bells a little shake
to ask if there is some mistake
but the only other sounds the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake
these woods are dark, lovely, and deep
but i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep
Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snow Evening”
now let’s pray I don’t forget by Monday, around noon time.
Caught Between adolescence and adulthood
So the other day I went into Wal-Mart, about to purchase a new video game. I went in by myself (without my parents, OMG) and walked to the electronics section; on the way there I saw people in a rush doing some last minute X-mas shopping. Figures. Eventually I got there; and I immediately saw what I wanted. I looked at it, picked it up and thought about buying it. Good to go right?
It’s just something felt wrong… like I was about to waste $70 on a thing I really didn’t want, but wanted at the same time. I starting walking and pondering. Do I want this video game… or what? I’ll be 17 in a few days, it’s about time I start growing up.
I started walking back. “You’re 17 years old. Start acting like it, let go of the video games and save your money.” My inner voice projected inside the part of my brain that machinates. I listened to it, walked away and donated money to whatever charity was outside.
“Thank ya young feller.”
There I was. The first time I actually turned down a video game. Maybe I just realized the value of the dollar and how it shouldn’t be taken for granted, or wasted on digital bullcrap. I greeted maturity as an old enemy; but together we departed Wal-Mart into the mists of adulthood like old friends.
I said “Hello” to my friend on the track team I saw a few seconds later.
Crossroads.
End.
