the printed word.

I once read that the printed word is the deepest dagger that you can drive into a man's soul. The printed word allows the reader to create their own images, their own pictures, vis-a-vis the television. Well, I do agree, those are my images, and not like a television that gives me and tells me what I should be seeing.

He continued, "there will never be a viewer's digest, only a Reader's Digest. There will never be a media that dares call itself the Guardian and it can never bring out the Times in our lives."

Something along those lines.

Well, if the printed word is so powerful, maybe i'd write a letter to you and tell you how I feel and hopefully drive this dagger of love into your deepest depths eh?

But how'd you react? I think you'll just act as though it didn't happen... or maybe laugh as though it's a joke. haha. A joke indeed.

Well, maybe the printed word ain't that powerful... after all.

how many times?

it took me 2 fuses to figure out the mixer.

how many nights will i need to figure this out?

how its gonna be?

i fall deeper each time i look into your eyes.
to the extent, that i no longer dare to.
forgive me if i look away,
for it hurts more if i did.

i'd want to, but well. what can one do when he can't even hold his footing?

haha. RED Camp oei.

Shirts.

i think t-shirt producers should get a shirt like

"i love my blow job girl"
"i love my personal ATM"
"i love my unloading hole"

instead of shirts like

"i love my boyfriend."

why bother? lol.

there ain't no stopping for a man who knows no finish line.

a tiny step, a great leap.
a thought in mind, that never sleeps.
all this road, all the gravel that gets stuck in the shoe,
doesn't quite seem to matter when it comes to the end.

walk these roads with you , i shall.
as the night falls, let's build a fire,
and talk about all the stories and regrets.
and move on, and the dawn breaks.

there ain't no stopping for a man who knows no finish line.

Reasons and excuses.

"She's the hottest thing alive."
"He's damn cute!"
"Only she understands me."
"He's so sweet!"

When did love need a reason?

Maybe when it needs, it's simply an excuse to continue...

randoms.

Today's cruel.
Tomorrow's even more cruel.
The following day's beautiful.

But most people die on the night of the 2nd day. Stand strong to see the results of oneself!

Do we do dumb things because we are humans... or because we are humans we do dumb things?

I wonder.