dear i useto think diary,
nowadays, i don't spend as much time thinking about things as i once did. i simply type my thoughts here and move on to the next ones. then later- i might come back and re-read what i wrote and think more about it then- but prolly not. this is my newest way of cleansing my brain (brian) of all the useless shit it once held and had to sort through and file. so see, i think this is a way of brain shitting. it really does free my mind and give my extra space to create more complex and structured thoughts- which aren't even thoughts really they are more like paintings or color schemes in my head- and they are simply spectacular folks. i have always known i see the world differently. to try and describe- i will once. you know how an artist can take his pencils and see the landscape and draw what he sees on paper? i look at the landscape- over a sea of people maybe, and i can see into each of their lives. each person is a tree with many branches- and some people are goats. i fall in love easily with the beautiful trees- especially the ones that stand tall with the big branches and pretty leaves, but i always remember- even the dead ones look good in december.
nowadays, i don't spend as much time thinking about things as i once did. i simply type my thoughts here and move on to the next ones. then later- i might come back and re-read what i wrote and think more about it then- but prolly not. this is my newest way of cleansing my brain (brian) of all the useless shit it once held and had to sort through and file. so see, i think this is a way of brain shitting. it really does free my mind and give my extra space to create more complex and structured thoughts- which aren't even thoughts really they are more like paintings or color schemes in my head- and they are simply spectacular folks. i have always known i see the world differently. to try and describe- i will once. you know how an artist can take his pencils and see the landscape and draw what he sees on paper? i look at the landscape- over a sea of people maybe, and i can see into each of their lives. each person is a tree with many branches- and some people are goats. i fall in love easily with the beautiful trees- especially the ones that stand tall with the big branches and pretty leaves, but i always remember- even the dead ones look good in december.
