but really, it’s not
i sat down, and thought i had something to say just about when these dogs started playing and barking and crying and barking and running and jumping and barking and growling. It figures. it seems like every time i have something i want to say i manage to drown it out in meaningless trivialities. Words without purpose and sentences un-aimed. just shots in the dark. well, shots at the light, anyway. i write everything i care about in one sitting, usually one draft. but i speak like i write, which means that there’s a lot of shit that needs to be deleted before you hear it, and a lot of shit that you never hear because i forget it before i finish my sentence. everything seems so obvious until you realize that nothing is in fact perfect (even me… i am continuouslyamazed by this) and that actually Doing those things which you desire is damn near impossible. Or a piece of cake. actually, i’m pretty sure it’s neither.
in case you can’t tell, i still can’t figure out what i want to say, or to whom.
brandon hasn’t had any luck foregoing the search for permanence in a sea of change.
postscript: this was not written in one sitting, or one draft. take that as you will.
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