In the Flesh? - Pink Floyd
So you thought you might like to,
Go to the show.
To feel the warm thrill of confusion,
That space cadet glow.
Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out whats behind these cold eyes,
Youll just have to blow your way through this disguise.
Okay! To whom all it may concern: I'm back from the literary abandon that is NaNoWriMo. And I've concluded that.. I should probably just stick to poetry. Lol. I apologize for my absence, and I'm back.
My background looks like boxes of tissue on fire. I like it. I think it's wrought with profound symbolism.
Random facts:
My name is Julian, and I always come in second place. So don't expect me to get an A on anything.
That is my new tattoo in the picture over on the right. Yes.. my shirt is off. Don't get too excited.
I can play a variety of instruments. Though I'm mostly a blues man, I've been known to listen to the occasional '90s alternative and some metal.
I'm a student at the University of Arkansas, Fayetteville. I'm a double major in Philosophy and English. Useless, I know, but not to me.
But I really want to do audio engineering.
I hate when my food mixes. Like if I have green beans and Mac and Cheese on the same plate. It makes both of them gross. I hate it.
I sometimes feel like an old man trapped in a young person's body.
Sometimes, I randomly find myself driving around town at 4 o'clock in the morning, letting myself go wherever the wheel decides to take me. Generally blaring Pink Floyd. And I usually find myself on the other side of town eating fast food in my car in some random parking lot.
I have anxiety issues which cause me sleep deprivation. And it sometimes gets the better of me. Not to mention manic depression.
I love South Park, Family Guy, and some other comedy cartoons.
I don't consider myself a nerd, except when it comes to RPGs.. and occasionally with Star Wars. Though it's really not that bad.
I love being at local metal shows. It's the only place in the world where it's socially acceptable to shove a stranger. In fact, it's expected of you.
I have tried marijuana once and it made me want to throw up. I will never do it ever again.
I'm an aspiring stand-up comic. I only have a couple of punchlines, but I'm working on a routine.
I can't write stories for shit. Even though I really want to.
I can't paint or draw either. Which is something else I wish I could do. On top of singing.
I will admit that my ego is usually a front for an extreme lack of self-esteem.
I'm going as Nathan Explosion from Metalacolypse for the next Halloween. And am growing my hair out long like that.
I have two tattoos. The one on my left arm says "Bellum est pax. Libertas est servitudo. Ignoratia est vires". Which means "War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength" in Latin. It's the slogan of the super-fascist government from George Orwell's 1984. That book essentially made me who I am today. My other tattoo is an hourglass on the inside of my right forearm. I got it on a whim, and it more or less has come to symbolize our short time here on the Earth.
Sono Italiano, atono non parlo Italiano. But that's only half. The other half is white mutt.
I'm addicted to hardcore Sudoku puzzles.
I generally treat people the way they treat me.
I've been known to talk random crying strangers I've never met before out of committing suicide.
I've never been in a car accident or gotten a ticket. I've only been pulled over once in the three years I've been driving.
If my life were a novel, each major figure in my life would have their own symbolism.
I'm mostly Buddhist.
I'm under the firm belief that a little bit of rum, Pink Floyd, and nicotine can solve just about anything.
I sometimes look at myself and my friends and wonder if we're all just adults pretending to be children, or children pretending to be adults.
Too many of my friends that I've known since childhood are getting married and having children. It scares me.
I have loved and lost. Just like everyone else. But the reason I lost considering events afterward makes me believe in karma.
I think I've found that the meaning of life is to make oneself content with living. Which we all inevitably strive for by our own definition of that contention, yet seldom achieve.
People who are overly religious and have the nerve to tell me everything I think is wrong (or even non-religious people that do that same thing) make me sick.
Men who treat women like shit make me sicker. Even though some women bring it on themselves, that doesn't make it right.
I think justice is overrated. "If everyone took an eye for an eye, the world would be blind." - Gandhi
The sound Transformers make when they transform is one of my favorite sounds in the entire world.
I think the United States has great potential with its ideals, but quite hypocritically seems to ignore them when it's not convenient. I'm not embarrassed to say I'm American, but I'm sometimes embarrassed at other people who do.
-Wall
So you thought you might like to,
Go to the show.
To feel the warm thrill of confusion,
That space cadet glow.
Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out whats behind these cold eyes,
Youll just have to blow your way through this disguise.
Okay! To whom all it may concern: I'm back from the literary abandon that is NaNoWriMo. And I've concluded that.. I should probably just stick to poetry. Lol. I apologize for my absence, and I'm back.
My background looks like boxes of tissue on fire. I like it. I think it's wrought with profound symbolism.
Random facts:
My name is Julian, and I always come in second place. So don't expect me to get an A on anything.
That is my new tattoo in the picture over on the right. Yes.. my shirt is off. Don't get too excited.
I can play a variety of instruments. Though I'm mostly a blues man, I've been known to listen to the occasional '90s alternative and some metal.
I'm a student at the University of Arkansas, Fayetteville. I'm a double major in Philosophy and English. Useless, I know, but not to me.
But I really want to do audio engineering.
I hate when my food mixes. Like if I have green beans and Mac and Cheese on the same plate. It makes both of them gross. I hate it.
I sometimes feel like an old man trapped in a young person's body.
Sometimes, I randomly find myself driving around town at 4 o'clock in the morning, letting myself go wherever the wheel decides to take me. Generally blaring Pink Floyd. And I usually find myself on the other side of town eating fast food in my car in some random parking lot.
I have anxiety issues which cause me sleep deprivation. And it sometimes gets the better of me. Not to mention manic depression.
I love South Park, Family Guy, and some other comedy cartoons.
I don't consider myself a nerd, except when it comes to RPGs.. and occasionally with Star Wars. Though it's really not that bad.
I love being at local metal shows. It's the only place in the world where it's socially acceptable to shove a stranger. In fact, it's expected of you.
I have tried marijuana once and it made me want to throw up. I will never do it ever again.
I'm an aspiring stand-up comic. I only have a couple of punchlines, but I'm working on a routine.
I can't write stories for shit. Even though I really want to.
I can't paint or draw either. Which is something else I wish I could do. On top of singing.
I will admit that my ego is usually a front for an extreme lack of self-esteem.
I'm going as Nathan Explosion from Metalacolypse for the next Halloween. And am growing my hair out long like that.
I have two tattoos. The one on my left arm says "Bellum est pax. Libertas est servitudo. Ignoratia est vires". Which means "War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength" in Latin. It's the slogan of the super-fascist government from George Orwell's 1984. That book essentially made me who I am today. My other tattoo is an hourglass on the inside of my right forearm. I got it on a whim, and it more or less has come to symbolize our short time here on the Earth.
Sono Italiano, atono non parlo Italiano. But that's only half. The other half is white mutt.
I'm addicted to hardcore Sudoku puzzles.
I generally treat people the way they treat me.
I've been known to talk random crying strangers I've never met before out of committing suicide.
I've never been in a car accident or gotten a ticket. I've only been pulled over once in the three years I've been driving.
If my life were a novel, each major figure in my life would have their own symbolism.
I'm mostly Buddhist.
I'm under the firm belief that a little bit of rum, Pink Floyd, and nicotine can solve just about anything.
I sometimes look at myself and my friends and wonder if we're all just adults pretending to be children, or children pretending to be adults.
Too many of my friends that I've known since childhood are getting married and having children. It scares me.
I have loved and lost. Just like everyone else. But the reason I lost considering events afterward makes me believe in karma.
I think I've found that the meaning of life is to make oneself content with living. Which we all inevitably strive for by our own definition of that contention, yet seldom achieve.
People who are overly religious and have the nerve to tell me everything I think is wrong (or even non-religious people that do that same thing) make me sick.
Men who treat women like shit make me sicker. Even though some women bring it on themselves, that doesn't make it right.
I think justice is overrated. "If everyone took an eye for an eye, the world would be blind." - Gandhi
The sound Transformers make when they transform is one of my favorite sounds in the entire world.
I think the United States has great potential with its ideals, but quite hypocritically seems to ignore them when it's not convenient. I'm not embarrassed to say I'm American, but I'm sometimes embarrassed at other people who do.
-Wall
- Member since December 18, 2008.
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- When I'm not writing, I'm attempting to unlock the secrets of... Jell-o..
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1. how are you? Well.. that depends on the day and time you ask me. Right now.. bored. 2. who was the last person you hugged? Um... I don't know, actually. My friend, Maggie, I think. 3. look to your left, what do you see? A giant calendar. oO' 4. where do you like to be the most? In my car... 5. whats your fJune 20, 2009, 200 words. → Make first comment?
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Okay. Now that I've figured out how to make journal entries (took me a bit exploring around SP to get it), I'm probably going to be posting some stuff every so often. For whatever reason, I got a sudden urge to write short stories the other night. Which I'm am going to attempt to do, and will probably post here. IApril 29, 2009, 100 words. → Make first comment?
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on My Undoing by The Distant Unknown, on February 14
Hey man.
Dude.. let me tell you first of all that I've been there. Hell, I'm still there in some ways. And I've seen people go through the same exact feelings. In fact, one of my best friends was married to a woman who just decided to up and leave him for some other guy without any warning or reason whatsoever. That's not the whole of it, but it's a ridiculously complicated situation that I've put in a peanut shell for you. And you know what, he refuses to consider himself single because of a drive and wanting, and feeling like there is no better woman.
I've felt that way too. But believe me, they're out there. I'm of the mindset that love is something not meant to be reserved for only one person. Love is capable of finding many people. And that, I think, is how it was meant to be. I could go into my long, horribly boring philosophical schpeel about the nature of love and human emotion and how it relates to the universe, but I'll refrain for your sake.
Love is a great and torturous thing and we can't always control it as much as we'd like to, but that's the whole beauty of human emotion. We will do completely illogical things on the justification of an abstract ideal we ourselves don't fully understand. Few things in the world truly defy logic, but emotion is certainly one of them.
I'm here to tell you the cliche: It's not the end. Trust me, I've been on some hard, hard times lately. There was a point a few weeks back where I didn't have anything that could be considered an actual meal for about four days. I ate pieces of bread, handfulls of chips, and whatever I could get my hands on for four days. Yet, I'm still alive. I know that that isn't the same situation, but I'm saying that yes, time is short for this life, but ultimately, there is still time left. So do yourself a favor and use that time deliberately. Me personally, I don't think it's worth wasting on some woman who didn't want you. Believe it or not, there are finer things in life than love, and it's a hard pill to swallow. I myself still have a bit of trouble with it.
Most of all, don't lose yourself. No matter what anyone does to you, what you need to stay focused on is you. If you have to, set all your love drama aside and think about who YOU want to be. Love will come later if it decides to. But don't put yourself before love.
Anyways, man, take it easy for a little while, all right? I find that sitting in my car with my headphone in and the Beatles blaring will take a person farther than you could imagine.
Keep it together, you'll be all right.
-Wall
I see very few people here that have truly come to master their own individual style. And I do not place myself in that category. So keep your poems the way they are for that purpose of seeing the difference yourself as your writing matures.
-Wall