Today is a day of relaxing and really doing nothing and i couldn't be happier. My little cousin asked me if it was in fact Memorial day today, i assured her it was and proceeded to tell her the significance of the holiday by saying it was day we take off from work/school to remember the last of the unicorns. Her being unsure of my explanation and considering i just maybe lying to her, i then solidified my point by asking if she ever seen a unicorn. When she answered with the obvious "no" i simply told her "see what i mean, now why don't you take some time out in a quite place and ponder on that thought"
I love fucking with little childrens view on reality.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
And i'm back.
It has been awhile since i been here, like it matters anyways. Usually when i tell people that i have a blog the conversation goes as is:
"You have a blog?"
"Yeah man, its Bukowskiwasright.blogspot.com"
"Bukow..what?"
"BUKOWSKI!" Charles bukowski, he was a poet, a writer and renown drunk of L.A?
"So...he's like a writer?"
"Yeah"
" is it like bukake?"
" FORGET IT! YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND!"
So here i am just writing just to write to myself, and i couldn't really be any happier. I need to practice regardless. Plus, i spell like a gorilla and need to actually work on that.
Lately i have been sick ever since i came back from New Orleans. I blame Karma really. On the returning flight back i was sorta.. kinda.. laughing at the passengers in front of me that were screaming during a little turbulence from the decent to land in Lagurdia. So fuck me in the gonads for laughing, i like the turbulance. I like the feeling of the danger aproaching an almost certain death. Honestly, i almost screamed WHOOO!! HOOO!! that shit is fun to me. It was mean being amused by other peoples fears and i truely belive karma is paying me back by giving me a Upper respitory infection for it. So, were even karma ya hear me!! I am sorry.
"You have a blog?"
"Yeah man, its Bukowskiwasright.blogspot.com"
"Bukow..what?"
"BUKOWSKI!" Charles bukowski, he was a poet, a writer and renown drunk of L.A?
"So...he's like a writer?"
"Yeah"
" is it like bukake?"
" FORGET IT! YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND!"
So here i am just writing just to write to myself, and i couldn't really be any happier. I need to practice regardless. Plus, i spell like a gorilla and need to actually work on that.
Lately i have been sick ever since i came back from New Orleans. I blame Karma really. On the returning flight back i was sorta.. kinda.. laughing at the passengers in front of me that were screaming during a little turbulence from the decent to land in Lagurdia. So fuck me in the gonads for laughing, i like the turbulance. I like the feeling of the danger aproaching an almost certain death. Honestly, i almost screamed WHOOO!! HOOO!! that shit is fun to me. It was mean being amused by other peoples fears and i truely belive karma is paying me back by giving me a Upper respitory infection for it. So, were even karma ya hear me!! I am sorry.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Life Thus Far
I'm still here just been a little busy with everything. I will blog more as soon as can find the proper amount of time to compile all the material i have for this. Maybe tomorrow.
So don't worry all the people who read this. All one of you that is......I think.
So don't worry all the people who read this. All one of you that is......I think.
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