arang. The sounds resonated fiercely, splitting my ears like firewood. I drop to my knees and cover them. Any more pressure and I'll explode.

Shadowless, I'm shattering. Infused with apathy due to drab decor that abounds. I'm fighting mediocrity. My own soul bends and cracks at the edges. Patchwork patches of persistent paths cracking; struggle in their competition to reach my mind. To be the first. And coincidentally the last. The Only. It's by sheer luck it endures; survives through adept absorption; hard struck ringing dissonance throughout my cortex. Sheer luck it only sheers my sanity. Unrolling, unravelling. Tiny fingers working at a big ugly knot. What strings have I brought together? What's worth holding onto? Which ties have rotted? Which wayward roots grope at arid sand? And what ties lay comfortably in oasis' The fingers tug and pull, reaching and raking. Reaching and raking they pull and pull.

Fuck you. Fuck this. And Fuck Off.

I'm just going to let the type flow out of my fingers. Dont' bother reading because I can't say this will prove of any interest. Votive. November 12. Dead. Dead. Dead.
Fragmentation. Illumination. Votive. Warm cinnimon apple. Votive. Fragments. Default to the fragments. Constituted to be anniliated. Annalation to constitute anew. Dead. Dead. Dead. Loss. PangLoss. Accumulate as I accolate to the higher climate. Acceptance isn't difficult. Cudgeled philosophy endurance under test. Perfection. Perfection. Stive damn it. 8 hours 9 hours. 3 hours. None. Check Engine. Fail. Wail. Nail. Sail. De-rail. Octopus. Right things wrong time or wrong things wrong time? Continuity. Incontinence. Poop. Default poop jokes. I like you. English Muffin. But I love you. Not you. You.
You. You.
I mean. I mean. I mean. I don't know what I mean.

I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.

A list of places I would like to visit is in order. I think I'll start with the United States and then slowly venture outwards.

To Do:
A) New York City
B) Washinton D.C
*Update*
D.C is one of the busiest places that I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Although I would never, by the length of R. 95, live there I certainly must go again. An abbreviated tour simply was not enough.
To describe D.C I would certainly have to say grand, and if I could possibly combine the words grand and marble I would. But you know what? The word would probably just come out garbled... -_-
C) Canouing in Maine.
D) San Diego, California
E) Los Angeles, California
F) Los Vegas, Nevada
G) Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
*Update* if there were a sentence saying Myrtle Beach is... and one was required to complete that sentence then my sentence would be the following; Myrtle Beach is for fat middle aged women comma Russians and the Brady Bunch comma screw Myrtle Beach... Well it wasn't that bad. Everyone was extrodinarily nice
H) Spain
I) Japan
J) Ireland
K) Italy
L) Roma
I'm tired, so I'm going to cut el list short. Besides, I'm writing on borrowed bandwidth, if you catch my kbps ^_-
I miss Shannon.

There seems to be a sort of balance needed between all things and as I type this I wonder to myself if that's all growing up really is; striking a balance. Finding the median. Acquiring a taste for all things mediocre. No that's not it, son. If something just so happens to languish in medocrity does that mean it is also balanced? I doubt it so.
I find something significant in the statement, "A freezer too cold will cause the hamburger to burn." Or rather it is not the statement that sparks interest for me, but instead the very words themselves.
Freezerburn. Freezerburn. Freezerburn.
Why is it that a space too fridged will cause the residing object to burn? At first glance this, to me, seemed counterintuitive. However, as I studied such a statement and delved deeper into it's meaning I found that it's lesson is glaringly simple. So simple that I choose not to explain it here. Although it certainly has something to do with circles... and giraffes...and weeble-wobbles.
No se porque no escribo en espanol muchos aqui, en livejournal. Creo es mas facil a escribir en ingles, pero aqui, en florida hay muchos gente que hablan espanol. No hay en este ciudado, pero en la telivision y en otre ciudados. No quiero a olvidar a hablar espanol. Estoy nevioso que puedo olvidarlo. =o\ Espero que no. Hay un pajaro(sp?) a mi ventana, y el mira fijamente en mi. Ayer, fue un pajaro que quiso atacarme. Fui Anduve en la playa y haya un pajaro delante de mi. Y yo dije, "que grande este pajaro es!" Tenga miedo de este pajaro en Florida. Tenga miedo.

Gracias para escucha a la mierda de mio.
Adios y lo siento por el espanol malo.
(please roll your r's when saying this)....
Brrrian. =o)

I'm going jogging on the beach soon. Navarre is nice. The people are too nice. Driving is different here, foriegn. As a whole they tend towards straight, tidy lines, travelling the speed limit. Nobody goes over the speed posted. Ever. There are palm trees and restaurants and nobody is much lighter than mocha colored.

time to go.
tank. out.

Caterpillers seemed like a pretty oppressed group of bug. Poor little things. They look like buggers and being in a cacoon for months on end brings a whole new level of seclusion to teenagerhood. Atleast they can't get kicked out of their cacoons before they get their wings and atleast their mommies don't point out every little leaf they feed them.
The world needs more listeners and less talkers. Less pity and more strength.
On a side note I crossed the stage naked for my graduation.
Well, actually, that was a lie. I really just skillfully slipped past all the teachers and onto the stage wearing only my gown. My principle gave me a look, the crowd gave me applause and I slid up the gown just a bit past my knee. Apparently that's all anyone talked about in school the next day. Knowing that simple fact was a nice feeling, I'm glad I was able to bring the joke to the edge of good taste and back again. Streaking would have been distastful.

Tomorrow I'm venturing to Florida and some great inner yearning has awaken inside me. There's always been the knowledge present that I'll be a sort of traveler and now I'm nearly giddy to be going. I'm going to miss everyone though, especially shannon =o\

11:33 p.m Sleep slinks skillfully scathing me with it's sibilent secrets. It rests just beyond the light, in the semi-shadow and I wonder, why, when I write, does it barely make any sense to me, or anyone else for that matter? I wonder why the night interests me so, it always has.

My mind wanders, flitting about like something that flits.

The airline requires you present a government issued Photo I.D.
The airline requires you present a government issued Photo I.D.
The airline requires you present a government issued Photo I.D.

"Please present your I.D sir."
The man panics. Dropping his suitcase he plows his fist into the unsuspecting security guard. The man goes down, his conscious eclipsed by misfortune. At a glance, the damp darkness outside proves a stark contrast to the artificial halogen induced atmosphere inside the terminal.
Explosion, explosion, any second now, any miniute.
I'm ready. We're ready. It's time.

Actually it is time it's 11:55 I have to wake up in five hours and 5 miniutes. At Five.

I'm going to call it a night, so that I won't have to call it a morning.

Goodnight
~Brian out~