Okay my blogs are going to swing into a more artistic direction. Here goes number one.
MY RUBBLE(consumerist crap or precious tokens of nostalgia?)
I'm tired of looking at the television and seeing the same crappy shows. I'm tired of the same boring newspaper sections reporting the same types of stories. Those classifieds, ick. More useless crap OVERPRICED and cars OVERPRICED. Yawn. The rubble of society. The leftovers of reality that pass through the filter of digital media.
Maybe in my own life I can find something that doesn't make my brain fall asleep with my eyes open.
I'm tired of all the same bands I've always listened to in my CD book. I'm so sick of my shoe collection.
These old raggedy t-shirts, useless. Socks worn out. My curtains could use some sort of remodel.
And just the piles of useless crap and rubble! It's all over the house.
Do we call this Rubble? I call this the format. The format of my life. At first glance it's full of wonder. Colors, alphabetized movies and bookshelves. Songs. Passport stamps. Paycheck stubs. Utility bills. Credit card spam. Photographs of days gone by. As you examine closer you find some truths that paint a picture worth a million tears and only one glimmering smile of hope.
Dig through my rubble, fine. I'll show you my shoe collection, books by famous authors, DVD's I have never watched, and CD's I only collect because they mean something about my past(who I envisioned I once wanted to be.)
Dig through your own rubble. I dare you. This is your life.
MY RUBBLE(consumerist crap or precious tokens of nostalgia?)
I'm tired of looking at the television and seeing the same crappy shows. I'm tired of the same boring newspaper sections reporting the same types of stories. Those classifieds, ick. More useless crap OVERPRICED and cars OVERPRICED. Yawn. The rubble of society. The leftovers of reality that pass through the filter of digital media.
Maybe in my own life I can find something that doesn't make my brain fall asleep with my eyes open.
I'm tired of all the same bands I've always listened to in my CD book. I'm so sick of my shoe collection.
These old raggedy t-shirts, useless. Socks worn out. My curtains could use some sort of remodel.
And just the piles of useless crap and rubble! It's all over the house.
Do we call this Rubble? I call this the format. The format of my life. At first glance it's full of wonder. Colors, alphabetized movies and bookshelves. Songs. Passport stamps. Paycheck stubs. Utility bills. Credit card spam. Photographs of days gone by. As you examine closer you find some truths that paint a picture worth a million tears and only one glimmering smile of hope.
Dig through my rubble, fine. I'll show you my shoe collection, books by famous authors, DVD's I have never watched, and CD's I only collect because they mean something about my past(who I envisioned I once wanted to be.)
Dig through your own rubble. I dare you. This is your life.
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too bad it's just a dream.