keeping things from seeming like too much
From the beginning of my memories. I tend to see an elipsed pattern, like movies. Things that I only see from time to time, appear to moving much faster then they really are. For example, movie stars like Bill Murray. Too much of anything can be overwhelming, even the greatest american actor of his generation. No need to digress, its only one moments writing. After seeing him in The Royal Tenenbaums, Rushmore there was something missing. It was like waiting for the Star Wars movies. Back before there was an episode one to drool in anticipation over. There I go, exlaining the comprehendable. I cant possibly be the only person who takes things seriously. Billy Murray, no one calls him William that I know. I hope somebody in his family did or still do. Not so much his voice or hang dog expressions. Its his accountablility, or regularity, the pattern in which I had seen him, that made him my dad of the movie screen. He aged past my dad. Its me pretending they would age the same. Grey and wrinkly, but their not acting when they make me laugh. Its just the same to me, appearing like your not acting, which makes him so good. It would be wrong, well, impossible to make the discovery all over again. He's all over the tv set and movie screens, which is maybe why I know can make this clear. I used to compare my dad to everyone, I compare everyone I know, I make generalization, and I try to idealize and recognize patterns in order to distinguish their personalities. Today I dont feel bad about it, but sometimes it will get me down. The dark side of personalities, I know to many based on my imagination. Intriguing people will do that to me, possibly everyone. Thats when I throw all those ideas away. What I am trying to say is, I draw, I draw doodles and things, and conclusions with a nice ring to them. Thats not fair. Trying to figure out the last detail makes life unbearable, you should always be able to leave.
An example. I worked at this sporting goods store. Its still there, its monsterous by comparison to the ones I went to as a kid. When I got the job, I knew I didnt want to be a cashier, well, because I had ddone it before, in the same town, recently, just at a different store. At first it was a good fit. Sitting in the back conference room, I took my tests and surveys, application procedures I am sure they still do to this day. Possibilities are endless of course, but its corporate, so I wont give them the benefit of a doubt. Mindless conversations about my ability to multi task and my feelings on authorities and shop lifting. Sexual conduct regulations and ultimately whether or not I got any of it at all. Really a pulse and knowing nothing is the best way to get a job it seems. Caring about commerce and trivial shit like hockey skates and tennis racket, pull over fleece, track shoes, nutritional fast food, basketball hoop installations, etc etc. How do you spell etc? The only question I feel like asking.
Eventually I got in a comfortable fit with the management and my co-workers. Which was amazing to me since, I was always late, didnt show up from time to time, and felt shallow, bored and lonely while there. thats the problem with multi tasking, it makes you lazy, along with leaving you with a ton of time to think about creative ways out of work. Unfortunately its very difficult for abstract escape plans to work in a vaccuum. I suppose thats what I would call that job, or every job like it that I have had. Thats the way they made me feel, I needed to get out.
I stole a baseball glove, left a love letter for a girl, and quit on new years day after making out with a girl in an elevator for half an hour. I respect her so much for making out with me like that. I dont think I'll see her again, she doesnt need me to be happy. Well, as long as she remembers me getting left behind at the hotel, and being happy about missing work. I hope she remembers laying next to me and talking to me without having sex. She was one of my best friends back then. Her life is a mystery to me, but I have yet to completely forget a friend.
There was that hyper kid who had the skate board ramp and could make the grossest cough noise when he wanted. I remember he went to Earnest goes to Camp with me and my mom.
Some how I know,, Bill Murray and my dad would have had a good laugh with eachother. Maybe they did. SO thats the end of todays bit, chew on it or spit it out, thats my inner child coming out, and kids say the damnest things.
i would like to learn how to make screensavers with viddeo loops
i wonder how shanes trip to the cabin went
From the beginning of my memories. I tend to see an elipsed pattern, like movies. Things that I only see from time to time, appear to moving much faster then they really are. For example, movie stars like Bill Murray. Too much of anything can be overwhelming, even the greatest american actor of his generation. No need to digress, its only one moments writing. After seeing him in The Royal Tenenbaums, Rushmore there was something missing. It was like waiting for the Star Wars movies. Back before there was an episode one to drool in anticipation over. There I go, exlaining the comprehendable. I cant possibly be the only person who takes things seriously. Billy Murray, no one calls him William that I know. I hope somebody in his family did or still do. Not so much his voice or hang dog expressions. Its his accountablility, or regularity, the pattern in which I had seen him, that made him my dad of the movie screen. He aged past my dad. Its me pretending they would age the same. Grey and wrinkly, but their not acting when they make me laugh. Its just the same to me, appearing like your not acting, which makes him so good. It would be wrong, well, impossible to make the discovery all over again. He's all over the tv set and movie screens, which is maybe why I know can make this clear. I used to compare my dad to everyone, I compare everyone I know, I make generalization, and I try to idealize and recognize patterns in order to distinguish their personalities. Today I dont feel bad about it, but sometimes it will get me down. The dark side of personalities, I know to many based on my imagination. Intriguing people will do that to me, possibly everyone. Thats when I throw all those ideas away. What I am trying to say is, I draw, I draw doodles and things, and conclusions with a nice ring to them. Thats not fair. Trying to figure out the last detail makes life unbearable, you should always be able to leave.
An example. I worked at this sporting goods store. Its still there, its monsterous by comparison to the ones I went to as a kid. When I got the job, I knew I didnt want to be a cashier, well, because I had ddone it before, in the same town, recently, just at a different store. At first it was a good fit. Sitting in the back conference room, I took my tests and surveys, application procedures I am sure they still do to this day. Possibilities are endless of course, but its corporate, so I wont give them the benefit of a doubt. Mindless conversations about my ability to multi task and my feelings on authorities and shop lifting. Sexual conduct regulations and ultimately whether or not I got any of it at all. Really a pulse and knowing nothing is the best way to get a job it seems. Caring about commerce and trivial shit like hockey skates and tennis racket, pull over fleece, track shoes, nutritional fast food, basketball hoop installations, etc etc. How do you spell etc? The only question I feel like asking.
Eventually I got in a comfortable fit with the management and my co-workers. Which was amazing to me since, I was always late, didnt show up from time to time, and felt shallow, bored and lonely while there. thats the problem with multi tasking, it makes you lazy, along with leaving you with a ton of time to think about creative ways out of work. Unfortunately its very difficult for abstract escape plans to work in a vaccuum. I suppose thats what I would call that job, or every job like it that I have had. Thats the way they made me feel, I needed to get out.
I stole a baseball glove, left a love letter for a girl, and quit on new years day after making out with a girl in an elevator for half an hour. I respect her so much for making out with me like that. I dont think I'll see her again, she doesnt need me to be happy. Well, as long as she remembers me getting left behind at the hotel, and being happy about missing work. I hope she remembers laying next to me and talking to me without having sex. She was one of my best friends back then. Her life is a mystery to me, but I have yet to completely forget a friend.
There was that hyper kid who had the skate board ramp and could make the grossest cough noise when he wanted. I remember he went to Earnest goes to Camp with me and my mom.
Some how I know,, Bill Murray and my dad would have had a good laugh with eachother. Maybe they did. SO thats the end of todays bit, chew on it or spit it out, thats my inner child coming out, and kids say the damnest things.
i would like to learn how to make screensavers with viddeo loops
i wonder how shanes trip to the cabin went
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Dimitri from Paris is quite well, but whenever I
hear the word House, I think of Bad Boy Bill back
in the day when I used to think his album with Humpty
Vission was the greatest musical intake there was to be had.
Poor past me, wasn't that bright.
I am looking forward to RJD2 and Del is coming here now too.
But I had no idea Esoteric was going to be here, I may need your resources to find out about more good things coming here.
And there is no such thing as too many Bennis.