Lost at sea, she
wasn't surprised to free
her mind.
Passengers bound
to destinations fear:
not found.
Really think they
can escape the same fate,
we prey.
Disillusioned
to the very end and
stranded.
Lost at sea, she
wasn't surprised to see
her kind.
It's not my fault,
he's a pillar of salt,
fallen
down around us,
blanket of white
crystals,
missiles.
It's not alright.
Give yourself a fright now,
right now.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
WHAT? on the ferry...part IV (the lost book)
I really am not a very funny person, but sometimes I crack myself up with more vigor than any established stand-up comic ever could...
Point: Jan 8 page in my notebook reveals the optimistic, hopeful and wide-eyed Coach Emily, from the carefully crafted pattern transition schemes, to the numbered positions with corresponding names, to the in depth (albeit point form) descriptions below it all.
Next page: Mar 8 - Arrow + well, that didn't work (surprise)
And that sums up the 2010/11 season. thank you, ladies & gents.
For no particular reason other than the fact it gives me 1.5 dull hours to psycho-analyze myself and then record it down, the ferry ride from Nanaimo to Vancouver and back is where I do much writing. I have just discovered another entry in my notebook that I'm going to tack onto my 'ferry' miniseries. Also, in my last post I meant to say 2011, not 2010. It was this year! Huzzahh!
March 8, 2011
The evolution of anxiety in 2 days.
must be eating from a massive jar of derpsauce to board the wrong ferry. lights fading, sitting backwards behind a lovely French couple. sick sick sick.
Please don't leave without us.
Why the derp.
"...all I see
yeah yeah
all I see
is me.
"There's no where to move on,
it's me."
Lucky Charms are not that lucky. and people are always after them. Over the aisle is the couple who budged onto the bus to Horseshoe Bay. Fuckers.
They're the ones at crowded bars that weave through everyone while holding hands in a line. Why do people always weave and worm their way through and up to the top? Slithering about. Masturbating to their own special-ness. Because it's so hip to go to The Island. It's so hip because you're definitely the very first person to visit for the weekend 'to get away from the city'. Yeah you are so awesome and innovative.
cynicism is the new black, btw.
GET ON WITH IT.
I'm getting there,
I'm getting there!
It was definitely Mr Green.
It will take forever to piece it together. Bleh. I just threw-up in my mouth a little when I remembered that I'm still here and crippled by anxiety. I'm disabled (like on IT Crowd)
3 reasons not to give up:
1. on the ferry ride to V, some dolphins were surfing the boat's wake.
2. The view of West Van from the Lionsgate. snow-peaked coast mountains, inclusive.
3. The sliver of moon in the sky looked like a stray nail clipping stuck in a blue carpet.
But also, my friends.
I guess.
I saw a Ginger guy in waiting room A that had black eyes. or at least very dark brown.
The devil incarnate?
High as a kite.
The only great thing about BC is the BC Burger. but you can get it anywhere. and also it has nothing to do with British Columbia.
Point: Jan 8 page in my notebook reveals the optimistic, hopeful and wide-eyed Coach Emily, from the carefully crafted pattern transition schemes, to the numbered positions with corresponding names, to the in depth (albeit point form) descriptions below it all.
Next page: Mar 8 - Arrow + well, that didn't work (surprise)
And that sums up the 2010/11 season. thank you, ladies & gents.
For no particular reason other than the fact it gives me 1.5 dull hours to psycho-analyze myself and then record it down, the ferry ride from Nanaimo to Vancouver and back is where I do much writing. I have just discovered another entry in my notebook that I'm going to tack onto my 'ferry' miniseries. Also, in my last post I meant to say 2011, not 2010. It was this year! Huzzahh!
March 8, 2011
The evolution of anxiety in 2 days.
must be eating from a massive jar of derpsauce to board the wrong ferry. lights fading, sitting backwards behind a lovely French couple. sick sick sick.
Please don't leave without us.
Why the derp.
"...all I see
yeah yeah
all I see
is me.
"There's no where to move on,
it's me."
Lucky Charms are not that lucky. and people are always after them. Over the aisle is the couple who budged onto the bus to Horseshoe Bay. Fuckers.
They're the ones at crowded bars that weave through everyone while holding hands in a line. Why do people always weave and worm their way through and up to the top? Slithering about. Masturbating to their own special-ness. Because it's so hip to go to The Island. It's so hip because you're definitely the very first person to visit for the weekend 'to get away from the city'. Yeah you are so awesome and innovative.
cynicism is the new black, btw.
GET ON WITH IT.
I'm getting there,
I'm getting there!
It was definitely Mr Green.
It will take forever to piece it together. Bleh. I just threw-up in my mouth a little when I remembered that I'm still here and crippled by anxiety. I'm disabled (like on IT Crowd)
3 reasons not to give up:
1. on the ferry ride to V, some dolphins were surfing the boat's wake.
2. The view of West Van from the Lionsgate. snow-peaked coast mountains, inclusive.
3. The sliver of moon in the sky looked like a stray nail clipping stuck in a blue carpet.
But also, my friends.
I guess.
I saw a Ginger guy in waiting room A that had black eyes. or at least very dark brown.
The devil incarnate?
High as a kite.
The only great thing about BC is the BC Burger. but you can get it anywhere. and also it has nothing to do with British Columbia.
on the ferry: part III
December 21, 2010 (The long-awaited final chapter in the 'on the ferry' trilogy of 2010)
This is a fucking $3 pen. hey?
I delight in de-lighting the room so I can see you in the dark. I see you in the dark of my mind - you are beautiful , but a figment only. Only see, not a touch. Not a single touch for either of us. The fake you and the fake me, but at least we are happy.
No sharing allowed. unless you feel like sharing; then I will listen with intent to conquer.
Not not not. a lot. caught there.
I broke up with myself in poem once. I'd had it and lost it.
SHOWER OF BASTARDS
Play nicely :( otherwise it's not fair to your teenage mother. ey-oooo
The lights of civilization are nearing, nearing the mental clearing. You better love the christmas present I bought you or I'll keep it for myself. my selfish selfdom.
I want my mummy.
taxi-cab tribulations come a-trip tripping me totally. info-matron I will not divulge.
Hipsters, go back to Vancouver. We're on Island Time whether we like it ar not.
I have no one to call, so I call to order this corroboration.
This is a fucking $3 pen. hey?
I delight in de-lighting the room so I can see you in the dark. I see you in the dark of my mind - you are beautiful , but a figment only. Only see, not a touch. Not a single touch for either of us. The fake you and the fake me, but at least we are happy.
No sharing allowed. unless you feel like sharing; then I will listen with intent to conquer.
Not not not. a lot. caught there.
I broke up with myself in poem once. I'd had it and lost it.
SHOWER OF BASTARDS
Play nicely :( otherwise it's not fair to your teenage mother. ey-oooo
The lights of civilization are nearing, nearing the mental clearing. You better love the christmas present I bought you or I'll keep it for myself. my selfish selfdom.
I want my mummy.
taxi-cab tribulations come a-trip tripping me totally. info-matron I will not divulge.
Hipsters, go back to Vancouver. We're on Island Time whether we like it ar not.
I have no one to call, so I call to order this corroboration.
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