Well, not much going on lately, but here's the jist of it.
1) Finally finished the annotated bibliography for English, it ended up being about 10 pages long.
2) I have a geology essay due on the Permian mass extinction, though that should be easy.
3) I am finally reading Dark Tower, Book VII after putting it off for months. Hooray!
4) I have not had a cigarette in over three weeks. Huzzah! This is the second time I have successfully quit smoking, cold turkey.
That's about it, though I have posted some new poetry here and if you'd like to read, fine. If not, that's fine too. I haven't written any music lately, but I've written around 10 to 15 poems within the past week or so.
Here you are - you all have a nice day.
"The Hunter"
A fool am I
for questing -
for I am lion prowling
through the bush -
my mane flowing
and nose to the earth.
I seek the lioness.
for I am hawk floating
in the drifts -
my eyes sharp
like samurai steel.
I seek the lone hens.
for I am drone humming
in the hive -
I bring sweet honey
through a thousand suitors.
I want my queen.
for I am last dragon
deep in cave -
my species dead
and misunderstood.
A beast am I.
____________
"Metal Made Man"
State-of-the-art,
with circuitry
bloodstreams
and motherboard
muscles -
she built him in the image
of her father.
His hands hydraulic
yet graceful
with their build,
like leaps of gazelles
in their motion.
Chrome garments
durable -
like a gastropod.
He stands seven feet
tall, titanic.
New technology.
The latest
advancement.
No machine
surpasses he,
the cyborg God.
And yet,
what does he know -
outside of science,
mathematics?
What is his heart?
An engine with
a rumbling pulse,
his blood black
with combustible wealth.
What is his mind?
A series of
operations,
processes cryptic
in binary scripture.
Blips of consciousness.
For her resolve,
he was created.
A robotic barter
for a writ
of status.
A walking, talking essay.
What is his function?
A magnet for eyes,
a curiosity?
An Elephant Man in metal?
Why make
a mind not
conscious?
He only sees
the shapes -
the motions -
the shells.
1) Finally finished the annotated bibliography for English, it ended up being about 10 pages long.
2) I have a geology essay due on the Permian mass extinction, though that should be easy.
3) I am finally reading Dark Tower, Book VII after putting it off for months. Hooray!
4) I have not had a cigarette in over three weeks. Huzzah! This is the second time I have successfully quit smoking, cold turkey.
That's about it, though I have posted some new poetry here and if you'd like to read, fine. If not, that's fine too. I haven't written any music lately, but I've written around 10 to 15 poems within the past week or so.
Here you are - you all have a nice day.
"The Hunter"
A fool am I
for questing -
for I am lion prowling
through the bush -
my mane flowing
and nose to the earth.
I seek the lioness.
for I am hawk floating
in the drifts -
my eyes sharp
like samurai steel.
I seek the lone hens.
for I am drone humming
in the hive -
I bring sweet honey
through a thousand suitors.
I want my queen.
for I am last dragon
deep in cave -
my species dead
and misunderstood.
A beast am I.
____________
"Metal Made Man"
State-of-the-art,
with circuitry
bloodstreams
and motherboard
muscles -
she built him in the image
of her father.
His hands hydraulic
yet graceful
with their build,
like leaps of gazelles
in their motion.
Chrome garments
durable -
like a gastropod.
He stands seven feet
tall, titanic.
New technology.
The latest
advancement.
No machine
surpasses he,
the cyborg God.
And yet,
what does he know -
outside of science,
mathematics?
What is his heart?
An engine with
a rumbling pulse,
his blood black
with combustible wealth.
What is his mind?
A series of
operations,
processes cryptic
in binary scripture.
Blips of consciousness.
For her resolve,
he was created.
A robotic barter
for a writ
of status.
A walking, talking essay.
What is his function?
A magnet for eyes,
a curiosity?
An Elephant Man in metal?
Why make
a mind not
conscious?
He only sees
the shapes -
the motions -
the shells.
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I went from smoking Lucky Strike unfiltered to nothing cold turkey with half a pack left. That was over a year ago. (And my friends who were there all screetched in pain as i crumbled up the remaining 10 stogs and trashed them....feinds)
The best was when i started doin chew for the sole purpose of grossing out the smokers outside all the academic buildings at school. That was fun.
Either way, good luck with that. And with the school stuff. I always found the easiest papers to write were always the easiest to put off and then forget to do.... I'm soooo glad i'm done with school. (And sometimes entertain the thought of going back for some dumb reason)
Kisses