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January 2012

22 posts

From chest to wrestling to thanks

Perhaps my chest is filled with muscles and perhaps it is filled with fat and bones, too, but the only thing that I can fill it with is air and I am the only one who can do that. (of course this is not entirely true, but it’s true enough to be said by me) ;D

Liking this piece of air I’m breathing and I wish people love breathing air, too. Wrestling makes it different for me. Actually, I’d like to describe that. Sometimes after practice, I’m breathing really hard and the breaths I take feel like the water I drink to quench a great thirst. It’s pretty amazing and I love that wrestling makes me feel this way because it always reminds me how valuable air is.

Tumblr is full of pretty cool pictures. Thanks to the people I follow. :) 

Jan 30, 2012
Jan 29, 20122,883 notes

Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, Senior

If I live a hundred years and categorize my life in this fashion, then I’d be a freshman till I’m 25, and despite being a senior in high school right now I’m actually fond of this idea. I still feel like I’m a freshman somehow.

Jan 29, 2012
The usual

I think I feel tired daily because I don’t eat enough Calories. Hmm, I hope that’s the case. I’ll just eat more and exercise some more, then I’ll have more time to do other things. :) Maybe sleep later during the night. *yawnn. I’m feeling it already. Oo, econ. seems interesting already, although the vocabulary seems mundane. Yep. Lotsa things seem interesting. 

Jan 26, 2012

“I wish I could say something classy and inspirational, but that just wouldn’t be our style. Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory… lasts forever.”   The Replacements

Jan 23, 20121 note
Some quotes I jotted down sporadically

“The greatest tragedy in mankind’s entire history may be the hijacking of morality by religion”   Arthur C. Clarke

“Just because someone likes the same bizarre crap that you do, doesn’t make them your soul mate.”

“I don’t feel comfortable being anyone’s anything.” 

Both from 500 Days of Summer 

Jan 23, 2012

By the way, I love “The Glass of Milk”

Jan 21, 20123 notes
This just kills me whenever I read it

“Diary for October 27, 1952
Property of Theodore McArdle
412 A Deck

Appropriate and pleasant reward if finder promptly returns to Theodore McArdle.”   J.D. Salinger

Bahahaha.

Well, I’ve been wanting to share stuff for a while, but I don’t know what I want to share. Emotions? Thoughts? I’m not consciously sure, so I’ll just throw a bunch of stuff out there and I’ll start with this:

Diary for January 21, 2012
Property of Benson Thai
House study room

And well, this can’t be returned. Not really.

Recently, I participated in a wrestling tournament. It’s the West Covina Tourney with like 50 teams—Jeez I need music to write.

Well, I got a song going. Alright, let’s get this thing started again. So, yesterday night, of the 50 teams and twenty or so schools that attended the tournament, the Gabrielino wrestling team was briefly in the running for third place for team scores. We stayed in the top ten teams with the most team points till the end, but we didn’t win a trophy or anything. It was so beautifully nice. Pin, Pin, pin, pin after pin. Cheer after cheer and stare after stare, we watched our teammates head onto the mats from the top of the bleachers, walking down like majestic beings who really didn’t look all that majestic. Parents of our fellow wrestlers joined us and cheered along with us. I think, for the most part, they were our greatest inspiration for cheering so much. It was a delight to have parents and wrestlers alike around, and I honestly love our corner. *insert smile

And yesterday was pretty awesome, besides the cheering and fan stuff. I wrestled like a beast and got beaten by a real swell guy. All in a day’s work and whatever I meant by that. Anyways, I’d like to share my favorite part of one of my matches yesterday. During my last match, which was important for reaching the second day of the tournament, I wrestled a rather tall guy from Burrough High School. During our match, while I attacked him and poured my offense into the match, I heard his coach advising him, literally saying, “Watch out for him. He’s dangerous in neutral.” Now, for those who don’t know anything about amateur wrestling, neutral is the standard starting position that all wrestlers must work off of to begin a match. It’s supposed to be technically the most fair position to begin with. I guess you can call this an ego boost, which I think it is. Haha. However, I think one day, I’ll forget this, but for now, I won’t forget how it makes me gleam with pride.

So, my diary’s become a sort of story time. If you read this, well, thanks—i.e., for listening. I hoped more to just throw things out and be done with it, but I explained a lot for the benefit of listeners. Thanks.

Jan 21, 2012

I’m actually happy I’m going to practice tomorrow. :)
I’m so excited for track, too. I want to work hard this year and do some crazy jumps.

Cuz its gonna be so damn fun. 

Jan 16, 2012

1 year in the brewing.
1 year in the fridge.
1 year exploding.
and it’s all fine. :)

If i knew it was gonna happen, I wouldn’t have done it.
Actually, there are more important thoughts in life.
regret

Jan 15, 2012
Rift Where Passion Dulls

I’m at the rift where passion dulls.
My hate subsides and I feel calmer in mind.
I thought that I had incurred a debt of hate,
but there was only so much of such a touchy taste.

A few words did wonders
and its not that I am so easily taken.
Its just that the filled rift between two parts of mind
connected the vast past to the continuing present time.

A few words binded love to hate
and formed a ring that mutually sates.
Somehow my past love is neutralizing my present hate,
as the result of a few words that cleared the haze.
___________

I’m at the rift where passion dulls.
My love subsides and I feel calmer in mind.
I thought that I had incurred a debt of love,
but there was only so much of such a touchy taste.

A few words did wonders
and its not that I am so easily taken.
Its just that the filled rift between two parts of mind
connected the vast past to the continuing present time.

A few words binded hate to love
and formed a ring that mutually sates.
Somehow my present hate is neutralizing my past love
as the result of a few words that cleared the haze.

Jan 14, 20121 note

That goddamned fresh ankle. And that’s enough.

Jan 12, 2012

Life is a hyperbolic time chamber. We can train all we want. We’ve got the time.

Jan 12, 2012
Well-o-hate

Oh so profound hate for this man.
So young and naive the passion is bland.
It’s like a well that seeps deeper and deeper
and at the bottom it gets meaner and meaner.
One quick choice of the two
and comes along a million to choose.
This quick and dirty path, I will pick
in spite of all the evidence that don’t make me sick,
for I am selfish, young, and have eyes horribly fixed. 

Jan 11, 2012
Writing doodle

Bath on fire
not my precious bath!
where will i put my attire?
ah crap
this’ll rhyme
and die at the same time.
What the hell, my bath’s on fire.
Crap, what am i gonna do about being dirty and tired?
crap, it’s already dying
i mean, whatever i’m trying.
i guess i’ll ditch it
but now that I’ve told you, i know i still haven’t.
Crap. My bath’s on fire.
What the hell.

Jan 11, 2012
Snow Pain

And snow drools with pain
when pain had already been obtained.
It stacks on higher like gathering lottery numbers,
and sits fat on the earth as a mutual cumber.
Then it melts and goes away.
It floats and floats and might come back another day.

Jan 11, 2012
Lightning Band

A band of lightning
that predicts the strikes
wraps around the arm,
brightening in the night.

The darker it gets,
the brighter it glows.
The more we forget,
the more we’ll always know.

In the night, it lights up our eyes.
With thoughts we stare at it straightforward and blind,
thinking, “what is this doing on our arm?”
Suppose it was the greed of a charm.
It was something bright that we just wanted to be ours. 

Jan 8, 2012
Hair of Fire

Searing flame overhead,
Churning noodles causing deep, heavy breaths.
Feet and movements never stop,
Flame and burning never drop.

Red, meaning go,
No one ever knows.
All that come,
All shall show.

More and more with grace and charity
None who need can truly bring clarity.

Jan 8, 2012
Shiawase-I just want to point this out...

Because Clannad has made me feel so grateful and these bolded words now feel more powerful than ever.

Dedicated to David Vuong

“So, after all I’ve written, I remember the first games that I ever received. One birthday—and now that I think about it, it’s probably my most favorite birthday ever—my aunt bought me a green gameboy color with a Powerpuff Girl game. My uncle bought me a Nintendo 64 and the Mickey Speedway USA game. It’s probably my favorite birthday for three reasons. 1, my uncle and aunt cared enough to think about what I wanted; 2, because my whole family surrounded me as I opened these gifts; 3, because I probably had the biggest grin in my life as I finished ripping the wrapping paper apart.”

I’m so grateful right now towards my dai kazoku (which includes my friends), and maybe that’s what I lacked before, a sense of keen gratefulness. Somehow, along the way, I lost my sense of gratefulness, and it might have been when I learned to stop crying. Now that I think about it, the only reason that I ever cried as a kid was so that my feelings would be let out, but there was also something else much more subtle that I never exactly noticed before. When I cried, it didn’t help to just cry and let loose my torrenting tears; I only ever felt better after talking to someone and venting about what happened afterwards. As a result, I would be very grateful to the person. I think that I forgot about that. (I never really reflected about this) So, now that I’ve grown up and have stopped crying, people no longer come up to me and ask me what’s wrong. I guess I sort of have to reach out now, because I’m really passive and bad at signals. And I also sort of guess that telling kids not to cry is not exactly a good thing. I think that crying’s a simple and honest call for help and, if that is taken away from children, then children who’ve grown up to be adults just get more complicated and indirect. I mean, it’s one thing to teach a kid not to cry because he’s whining or just plain complaining, but if you just plainly tell him to grow up and be a man, then he’ll grow up to be one, but he’ll be one with a buried heart.

Dango, dango, dango, dango, dango dai kazoku

…itsumo…shiawase… 

Jan 3, 20122 notes
Games

So, I’m dedicating this to Elwin Tran and am posting it up because of him, because he suggested I write about something happy.

  As a child, I always loved playing games. Thinking back now, I can’t even remember what was the first video game that I ever played. Some of my earliest memories of video games were from school. I used to trade my gameboy color game cartridges to friends at school, because my parents wouldn’t buy me video games. (I had horrible grades as a kid, so I would never deserve any new games) Anyway, I can’t remember what I traded but I do remember getting Megaman Xtreme and some Tarzan game in return. They were great! Also, as a child, I was the worst gamer ever. I never understood why I sucked at games so much, but I loved games anyway. Megaman was a gaming icon taht lived through my childhood and well into my teen years. I remember once, when I was in Canada, I link-cabled my gameboy advance with my elder cousin’s so that we could battle each other. It was so fun even though every time we battled, I could never beat him. Now, this game, a gameboy advance system game, was, I believe, the first ever gameboy advance game that my parents ever bought me. I think I even chose it myself. But when I first go the game, I was extremely annoyed by it, because I couldn’t understand how to play the game. I think, within the first week, I went over to my eldest guy cousin’s home, next-door, and asked him to play the game for me. After watching him play the game, I sort of felt that the game was probably enjoyable, because he continued to play the game for an hour or two. Also, because the game seemed enjoyable, I tried playing the game again. This Megaman game, though, was really frustrating, so I ended up taking much longer than a year to beat it. Anyways, I’m digressing and I’ll continue to do so. One summer, I believe, during summer school, I left my clear colored gameboy advance being a school pillar and, after minutes of searching, I never saw it again. It was very sad.

After the gameboy advance, the gameboy sp was released. It was the most amazing thing ever, because this portable system had a back light. My parents never bought me this game console, but being the passionate gamer that I was, I went and grabbed my forbidden Snoopy bank and took money out to buy the system at San Gabriel Supermarket. (By this time, my grades had improved, but I was still, in my mother’s eyes, a naughty kid at school. And I sort of was) After my sneaking around every time my parents went to the superstore to buy groceries, I had accumulated many games. I bought, with my Snoopy money, 3 Fire Emblems, Megaman and Bass, Metroid, and many other games that I cannot remember. (I bought multiple Fire Emblems so that my friends could play with me) Never before had I ever felt this much freedom in obtaining games. It was some pretty damn shady business, though, because I wasn’t trusted with money and I was sort of small. (sort of) Every time my mother asked me where I got the system, I’d tell her that I borrowed it from a friend. It was actually true, though, at first. But when I returned my friend’s system, I sort of made it into a lie. I finally confessed, though, and I really can’t remember why. But I do remember that one time, when my father offered to buy me a game, I felt sort of bad. I accepted his offer anyway, though, and bought the new Fire Emblem game.

After the gameboy sp, my parents did buy me a new system. They got me the new ds and I did love it, once, till I grew a little older and bought a ds lite from my friend. after this, I bought on more system on my own, the psp; however, by this time, I was more in control of my own money and it wasn’t as sneaky a business. Also, after a while, I learned how to hack my own game systems and downloaded games online. As a result, I never needed to buy games again. But then this didn’t stop me from buying games, either. I just really loved having them be mine.

So, after all I’ve written, I remember the first games that I ever received. One birthday—and now that I think about it, it’s probably my most favorite birthday ever—my aunt bought me a green gameboy color with a Powerpuff Girl game. My uncle bought me a Nintendo 64 and the Mickey Speedway USA game. It’s probably my favorite birthday for three reasons. 1, my uncle and aunt cared enough to think about what I wanted; 2, because my whole family surrounded me as I opened these gifts; 3, because I probably had the biggest grin in my life as I finished ripping the wrapping paper apart.

Jan 2, 20121 note
Monochrome Rainbow

Translated lyrics of the song Monochrome Rainbow(Bakuman 2 ED)

In this world, every day is dull and full of nonsense
I cover my ears, trying to mute the noise
Why do people hurt each other?
Can you hear my heartbeat
Baby, I trust you, my friend
In the contradictory, overlapping shadows
On the recesses of my heart, fallen into despair
while carrying this pain in my chest
can i really dream of tomorrow?
Remembering the rainbow found after the rain,
I close my eyes, come fly with me into my dream
I have you, who shines so strong
I can envision an everlasting rainbow
and even remember the moonlight of the night we met
I can picture them… countless times
over and over again…

Jan 1, 2012
During a new years party

“And it was now time for me to venture out again, to discover once more who I was and who I could be…”

  Peter Jenkins

Jan 1, 2012

December 2011

38 posts

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

By: Robert Frost

This is great! I wish that I’d appreciated this earlier, but it was simply a road not taken.

Dec 31, 2011
Emptier than I had intended

What I wanted to say
suddenly became this disfigured shape.

I don’t even know what it is,
but I know that I once thought about it.

I have only the memory of thoughts that existed,
and now it suddenly feels emptier than I had intended.

Dec 31, 2011
Coke, please

I wanted a coke from Popeyes cuz my stomach was hurting after practice. I went there and it turned out that they only had Mountain Dew, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Brisk Rasberry, Pink Lemonade, and Lemonade, so I just filled up my lil cup with Mountain Dew and then Dr. Pepper afterwards. I think those were the drinks anyway.

Anyways, I met this conspiracy person at Popeyes today. Well, I listened to him while he talked to this other guy. His mind was so wrapped up in conspiracies that it was scary. It was interesting, though and that was a first for me.

I guess Welcome to the N.H.K.

Dec 31, 2011
A day for vitamin C

Lol. So, I went on my adventure to the market today, planning to buy a pack of boxers from Target and a half gallon carton of orange juice from Fresh & Easy, and hoping that I would get some vitamin whatever—which just so happens to be vitamin D—from the sun on my walk to these two places. Well, I ended up at GNC somehow on my way to Target and instead of buying my pack of boxers, I ended up buying a bottle of 500 tablets of Vitamin C—i.e. without rose hip or whatever. I used up most of my money on the vitamins, so I decided to just go ahead towards Fresh & Easy. Now I don’t even know what happened there, but I ended up buying a whole friggin gallon of orange juice with massive amounts of pulp. I just tasted it and it doesn’t taste nearly as great as my other half gallon, paper carton of orange juice. Sad face. :(

But good day. :)

P.S. I like saying market. It makes me feel like some fresh farmer.
Dec 29, 20111 note
Shorts

I actually like seeing stacked dishes in the sink, except they can’t have any food in them.
…
I don’t care about my dissatisfaction mentioned in my previous post anymore.
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Death is greed. Life is greed.
Just don’t go dressing it up, please.
…
My abdominal muscle, spleen, or something in the middle is so sore that it hurts to laugh. But I’ll laugh for anyone who can make me smile. :)
…
Pity is the acknowledgement of deprivation. It should not make people feel good about themselves.
…
A short burst of willpower with ignorance of the world.
…
Irritation. I narrow my eyes when I’m irritated and I narrowed them today when I had to participate in an activity called shark bait. I’m not going to practice tomorrow. I’m gonna say hello to Franny and Zooey and orange juice—after I go to the market. Also, I’d like to hear the clinking of finished dishes. Thanks very much.
Aw, shit.
I just got called to do the dishes.

Dec 28, 2011
Backpack Straps

Wrote this while listening to Paradise by Coldplay. 

He walked out into the cold
and suddenly everything was reminiscent of the hard work that was sold.

As he stood outside,
overhead clouds streamed by.
They came and went from one city to another,
not even affecting him, not even being a bother.

His eyes stared at a time and a place
when and where problems and solutions had already abate.

The vision sort of tore at him,
causing him to smile yet cringe.
Something deep within rolled in his mind
and yet he plainly thought, “not this time.”

In that moment, the boy was trapped.
He suffered a short moratorium within his mind’s illusionary polar ice cap.

However, somehow, with some sort of strength and lame whim,
he affected a short and momentary movement.

He lifted both arms,
and with hope for warmth, safety, and security,
he grabbed at the straps of his backpack,
and pulled at his own mercy.

Dec 28, 2011

Sometimes I just become so dissatisfied with my ability to put thoughts into words.

Dec 27, 2011

Do you think that your actions should warrant my distrust?

Dec 24, 2011

I love this line given to me.

Dec 24, 2011
Beautiful Owl

I can’t write pomes anymore. I’m demoting myself to a word picker.
/
Scratch that. I’m Benson Thai. Just Benson Thai.

Dec 24, 2011
Episode 2 of the Rhymes that went nowhere

…

Dec 23, 2011
Friends, anime, book, games, words, music, night, sight, white, silhouette
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 22, 20113,501 notes
Cover me up

Come with me and watch the darkness set.
Wear any outfit that won’t cause you to fret.

In the light, us two lovers shall dwell,
waiting for darkness to watch it be felled.

A blanket of stars pervades our atmosphere.
They flicker with your eyes and you let out a tear.

I pick out my pretty piece of twill
and watch as it flutters with the wind that chills.

Let us remain in this perfectly fine spot,
Under the blanket with our minds all caught.

Dec 22, 2011
Results of wrestling Dec. 17, 2011

4 fingers feel a bit sprained
two big bruises on legs
1 semi deep cut in my finger
bleeding behind the knee
small scrapes here and there
and lastly, dry lips.

Also, the typical soreness.

Dec 18, 2011
The Nothing Right Now Within me

The nothing right now within me
means something that I envy.

This empty feeling I have inside
desires to touch an ice cream pie.

For lack of better words,
I probably won’t be properly heard.
But this is of no concern,
Because so far, nothing has not been discerned.

Words alone I use
to write nothing that I regard as profuse.
I hope you enjoy this nothing.
For it is a proper double bluffing. 

Dec 16, 20111 note
#pomes
Mood changes not with the wind

Mood changes not with the wind,
But rather, changes at the arrival of decision.

Although, breeze by like the wind it can
with one decision to brush it with a hand.

Thoughts and others compose its direction
eventually manifesting mood’s felt vision.

The mood opens its eyes wide
in such a way that it won’t lie.
Then what it does is act like a spring,
resisting force and swinging free. 

Dec 16, 2011
#pomes
So, there was this squirrel today

So, there was this squirrel today
running parallel to the track, on the telephone lines, stopping whichever way.

Twenty minutes later, I was in the middle of practice,
hoping to god that I could escape the encompassing black lattice. 

Soon, there were roaring winds and booming thunder,
However, no one else gave the squirrel a wonder.

What the squirrel did to me remains unknown,
But I hope right now that the squirrel is with skin and bones.

Practice ended nice
and the training well sufficed.
But this one single squirrel that I looked at, bent,
I will never recognize again.

Dec 16, 2011
#pomes

Pote’s note- talk about this squirrel later. Right now, I gotta do hw and feel like talking to friends and family.

Dec 15, 2011
#notes
Three Empty Seats

Pote’s note- I wish this meant more to me, but it almost means more than nothing. Somehow I got lost and these three empty seats, the pome, showed me the way. Thanks and echoes.

Three empty seats
Were once filled with three pairs of feet.

Today they were absent
And tomorrow they will be present.

They usually walk along to the blacktop counter,
Gathering around seeming safe and sounder.
They play the little game of rock ‘em sock ‘em
Joking around and havin’ fun talkin’.

In the next year or so,
Each pair will have traveled,
Meeting new things
That to each other might never be unraveled.

The distance from now will increase as years pass by.
But truly, at the moment, no amount of predictions will suffice.

These feet have run alongside each other.
Some may even say they seem like brothers.
But even between family, distance from day one still grows
As everyday feet walk evermore rows and rows. 

Dec 15, 20111 note
#pomes
I Slap that Bitter melon

I actually did this before I thought of writing about it.

I slap the bitter melon with the butt of my spoon.
While it lay in the soup, it looks so crude.

I hit it again to punish it more
For being such an eating chore.

Finally, I cut it in half,
Thinking about what rhymes with calf.

Then comes the final bite,
Putting it up to a greater fight.

The taste pervades the soup,
Evidently, taking me along with it too. 

Orange juice tasted even better after I drank the soup. (Canh Kho Qua)

Dec 12, 2011
#pomes
Some Suit Case

I am a suit case with things you got.
I have everything that you have sought.

I am filled with things that have made you felt.
I can’t help it to see you melt.

I roll on the ground on the trips across.
It comes as a shock as to why I’m tossed.

I’m closed and protective all day long,
Defending your precious from dangerous prongs.

At last, life will take me from you
And use me again in a moment’s impromptu. 

Dec 12, 2011
#pomes
Steel Beam

Sometimes peaceful music makes me feel like causing some chaos.

Sucks to be sick again. But I’m learning physics again. Hooray.

Practice at 3. Dread the cold.
____ 

There’s a steel beam floating in the sky
A child plays, a child cries…
The beam falls with a clanking sound
People’s heads turn around.

Dec 12, 2011
#pomes
Dec 11, 201148,576 notes
Something you wrote made me mad

Stop thinking that you’re too young to love or marry. That’s just a modern norm to marry or love a little late, isn’t it?
When something went wrong with a relationship, don’t say that he/she never loved me. You piss me off. We aren’t perfect. This is why you don’t teach people to be perfect, but teach to improve.
I’ve liked girls since I was in preschool. Call it cheap, fake, or whatever, but they’re still feelings related to love. No one’s too young or too old to love. And I hope other animals do love, too.

Chemicals? Fuck. Maybe it’s just that, but is there something wrong with it? GTFO robot. It takes chemicals to think, too.

Listening to the song Kevin Posted. So good. All of a sudden, I notice that I feel more energized, so I’m gonna lie in bed and sink in that bed foam thing.

Cousin’s bday tomorrow, so excited to just celebrate.

Dec 11, 20112 notes
My Friend

Kevin, the song you posted, Alex Soot & Chad Sugg - The One That Got Away + Use Somebody was really nice. I was thinking about feeling a gentle wind and felt like going to sleep. This was perfect and matched—what I’m guessing is—my mood.

Paint brushes, massage, ice, sleep, listening, hearing, drinking, sleep, love, hugs, warm, cuddle, running, passion, rising, floating, clouds, beams, looking at a ledge from under, under a cliff, majestically big, a fist, rain, barge, stars, flat hand, smooth, on the table, stretched out, sleep.

Dec 11, 2011
Big text that felt good to write

*I need a break from writing what I usually write.

Shoot. I really like something about you.

I watch birds fly away and I think of you. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel relieved.

I’ve been feeling better, getting stronger everyday. I’m also thinking better in many ways. There’s something I love, but I can’t explain. It’s real good, though, and makes me sane.

My coach/friend has a book called Thinking Better. I think I’m gonna read it cuz it looks interesting.

I’m pretty happy that I live in this world and I hope nothing can ever take that enjoyment from me. Maybe a natural disaster will some day, but I’m not sure. I love my family and friends. They’re just right. I also enjoy looking at birds fly. There’s just something about that that makes me feel good. I’d like to say that I like to watch fish swim as well, but when I think of water, I think of murky haze that blocks my vision. The sky is much clearer than the water. I absolutely love that about it. It’s so simple, clean, and natural.

I guess when I want a relief, I want something natural, surprising yet gentle, and organic. There’s something about things not bothered by human hands or minds that I like so much. It’s certainly soothing and sometimes I love it and absolutely do.

All of a sudden, I want to drink orange juice and right now, I’m thinking about cutting a few pounds for wrestling. But moments before, I was just thinking about stuff that, to me, seemed soothing. This is the world that I live in and I can’t say that I dislike it. It’s mixed with a lot of things and will be mixed with more things, but I think that it’s okay. It really is. Whatever’s out there for me is out there and whatever’s in me is in me and can be shared. My lids are tired and I’m a bit sleepy right now. I feel so safe, though and so lucky—lucky to be, lucky to see, and lucky to feel.

What kind of thing am I writing? I don’t understand. It just seems like a bunch of mumbo jumbo to me right now, but I like it. I really like it.

I once read on a blog about how some guy felt—today I’m happy and have a purpose, but tomorrow’s another story. (it was something like that) I thought that, too and agreed with him. However, I feel like I have some ongoing purpose now and it’s becoming rather consistent. There’s something to me and I’m really liking it.

I talk and talk and talk. I absolutely love it.

I’m going to close my eyes and type. Begin to read a bunch of gibberish. Here goes Benson jargon.  I like the wall. I like the bird. I like Edison, the fish. I like David, m friend. I like Elwin, too. I also like Kevi and much more. Dude, my eyes feel so good right now. I’m on a roll. I like.. music. I like hair on heads—it looks nice. I like this feeling of infinity, of invincibility. I like this feeling of enjoyment. I hate cracking crabs legs and ating it. It takes forever. I like typing with my eyes closed. I don’t even remember what I wrote. Oh, I said I like my friends and some bird and fish. uh.. I like Phineas and Ferb, thought heir inventions look lame sometimes. There intentions are good, though. I like lying my head on cold, marble counters. I like layin git back. I like getting massages and I like giving them as well. I like sofas. Whoever thought of sofas is a genius. Forgive me if I’m typing any words wrong. I’m not paying too much attention. I punched a tree when I was a kid. It was stupid. It made my hand bleed. Kenny put an orange on a buddha’s head once. Bin’s a good friend. My life is complete. I’m going to sleep

Dec 11, 20111 note
Based Off of Your Words

What I mean doesn’t mean anything to me
in the stream of things that mean something to me.

Hypocritical I can be
with words that come out you will see.

Always changing and never straight.
Easy to say and easy to hate.

Judge not on my flapping bill,
but sit and watch as sacred meaning fills.

Pote’s note: I apologize if this might provoke you. More than anything, it just sort of meant something to me and it was worth rhyming about.

Dec 9, 2011
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