|Et nos coeurs sont restés dans cette mer.|
Nothing makes sense,
Nothing makes sense at all,
Not until I witness you sink into your bones at the end of the day.
My writing only ends up really good if I have an immense amount of something in my system.
Current fix: Caffeine
Current faults: I’m completely disagreeable.
I hate that I picked up so many of your mannerisms.
I can’t even begin to count the amount of times that my nervous laughter has totally fucked over someone’s opinion of me, and I watch it happen in the moment, and it’s completely irreversible.
And I don’t even bother explaining myself because at that point, it’s irreversible. The thought formed and I only end up watching it evolve over time; it just completely fascinates me.
Sometimes when I feel I really need some answers, or just someone to tell me anything at all, I look at a photo of myself when I was a child and I wonder what that me would say to me right now.
My laziness always makes me say that I want someone to cook for me,
but I would prefer to cook for myself or others.
My cooking is awesome.
I don’t like when someone hears one song that I’m listening to and immediately assumes that the genre of that song is the only one I listen to.
Thank you for your narrow-mindedness. I really appreciate it.
That’s the sad thing. I couldn’t care less because you flashed glowing, neon signs that you stopped caring months ago. When that happens I don’t jump into the sea of incoherence that you form, I test the waters and look for a common ground. You’ve never realized that.
I’m not closed off, at all. I just don’t feel the need to throw my troubles every which way, I wait for a question. I don’t make negative statements unless I plan on changing the reality of them.
The world doesn’t revolve around anyone in specific, which is why I try my best to make everyone happy, but when do my emotions come into play? It’s annoying as fuck trying to be everyone’s idea of myself without ever having them consider my own vision of self. I’m always here under the surface, but the only ones that get to know me are the ones who ask and open me up, everyone else just scrapes the surface.
I try not to feed delusions; I try to confront uncomfortable truths. But this isn’t something someone should do nonstop, around the clock.
No matter how much air I gulp down in these lungs, it’s never enough oxygen to cause me to be lively. Isn’t it ironic?- The air which with out there is no life lets you live only as much as you allow yourself to live. It provides opportunity, but it doesn’t follow through with effort.
We try and keep up a graceful facade and continue to create an illusion of how fluid, graceful, and effortless our lives are. And that’s the funny thing. Life isn’t fluid. The only time it is, is when you’re letting it flow by and for a moment you grasp why our theory of time even exists.
Everyone I’ve met only thinks of life when they’re confronted with old life or new death. They rectify it with the personalized experience they need to acclimate to. But how is it that the most personal experience of all doesn’t even faze them? Yourself, your person, your perspective, that is life. You can either be the birth or death of it. You carry it in you like a beacon that no one but you can touch. Will you keep it to yourself forever? Will you willingly toss it up? Will you share it? Or will you pass it on? Aren’t the answers to all of these questions the ones that actually matter?
Your perspective determines whether you become a novel, a fantasy, a biography, a textbook, a story, a poem, a verse, or a word. Life is a jagged piece of glass, it’s the blazing sun, it’s the smile of a stranger, it’s the cold moon reflecting light in the darkness, and it’s the unwanted rain which drowns the dirt before it breathes life back into it.
With so many factors coming into play in every life, it becomes difficult to concentrate. You think that there are standards that everyone should uphold in their own life, but the only one who should create those standards is you.
I try to keep my perspective positively malleable, but sometimes I fall into this inescapable routine that I create for myself and I forget how to pull myself out. I become detached from my body to the point of apathy. I need a sensory overload to shock me back to my body, back to reality.
Please understand that I consume coffee to whatever extent of caffeine my mind requires to function properly.
The smoggy moisture-filled fog is inescapable once I set foot into it. It’s grey allover. Allover the ethereal grass that carpets these hills. The grass is green, but the green is dull. No one is in sight, everyone avoids this in-between weather. They close the doors, lower the blinds, and shut off their minds. They lose consciousness when the artificially energized pixels which make up the screen before them are reflected off their glossy corneas and back into their environment. As I pursue the landscape I find a fissure separating the thick woods before me, and as I step through I transition from one world to another. As if I’ve been awoken from a long and distant dream, I jut myself into this unfamiliar yet nostalgic realm. The ambient scene is quintessence in it’s most raw form. The soil beneath my feet, in between my toes, enables me to physically grasp part of my surroundings. I stumble upon a soft, dense layer of moss. As I sit here I try to absorb every detail, every drop of water through my retinas. But there are too many details and I’m far too meticulous so I close my eyes and tilt my head back. Everything corporeal here has such an intense, surreal air. I’ve found my cosmos within, I’ve discovered a new milieu to immerse myself in.
November 15th, 2010
Write a process paper that explains how to complete a task with which you are familiar, inject a tone throughout the essay. Short introduction, four steps to follow, and a conclusion with a clever warning.
Although the idea sounds unrealistic, the chance of a zombie apocalypse taking over our “out of reach” world actually exists. As it has come to you reading this, I can see that you are interested in the idea of a world full of undead savages coming around every corner trying to murder you. Comparing the walking dead to humans, like predator and prey, would be a very misleading falsity; it would be more accurate to consider them a plague and humans, their potential hosts. If you would like to survive in a serious situation like this, heed my warnings closely.
First you must start with some mental preparation before you are exposed to any of these virus filled fiends. Know the enemy. The virus contained in their bodies can be transferred to you via blood, so remember not to get bitten by them or let any of their blood get into any of your wounds or orifices. Do not consider, for even a moment, feeling any sympathy for these creatures even if they were once your family. Once they are infected by the virus and fully transformed, have no doubts, that they will try to contaminate, kill, and eat you. Use your head and aim for theirs. A zombie’s main weakness is its head, destroy it and you will render its bodies useless. It is important that you keep yourself physically fit so in any situation, if you have no weapon readily available, you may engage in close quarter combat or run as if your life depends on it. Because it does.
Next you should decide your weapons of choice for use in different combat situations. This plays a vital role in your survival because it will extend the reach of your body, as you are not naturally endowed with appendages ten feet long. You have a variety to choose from: blades, chainsaws, hand bows, rifles, shotguns, pistols, fire/explosives (ex: flamethrowers, grenades, etc.). I recommend keeping an assortment of weapons available to you at all times. Some should be for close combat and others for a greater advantage from further distances or certain vantage points. An example set of equipment that would help you survive efficiently should run as follows: A rifle or semiautomatic carbine, secondary weapon such as a pistol, medical kit, extra ammunition, knife, flashlight, flares, two-way radio, lighters, daily rations, full canteen, grappling hook, rope, bolt cutters, maps, compass, and batteries. This kit would serve to greatly enhance your chances of survival if used properly. Each individual should customize his/her own pack with tools that serve personal needs and styles of survival better. You are one step closer to traveling within the forsaken world around you.
Your next step is forming a strategy to stay alive and make sure the zombies stay dead. Your greatest priority at all times should be shelter of some sort. Without it, you are a sitting duck. Buildings in poorer, inner-city neighborhoods tend to be more secure than others. Their reliance on high fences, razor wire, barred windows, and other anti-crime features make them readily defensible. Avoid “accidents waiting to happen” such as many industrial structures commonly found in inner-city areas which contain explosives or flammable materials. Remember no place is safe, only safer. Don’t let yourself get too comfortable in an area because when you least expect it, things may take a turn for the worst; nobody want to be surprised by a horde of flesh-eating creatures. When choosing a refuge you must consider a number of key points such as whether there are walls or fences guarding the perimeter, how many potential entrances/exits there are and whether they can be strategically maintained by you or those near you in case of an emergency. Always keep an eye on potential escape routes; you should have two to three viable paths to freedom from wherever you are situated. Keep an eye on your supplies as well as anything you can improvise from your surroundings. Your surroundings and advantages can quickly turn against you, should more than a few slip-ups occur. Plan ahead. Be sure to already be on a safe path out and on to the next location if things begin to look sour.
Regardless of your tactics, keep moving, keep low, keep quiet, keep alert! They feel no fear, why should you? You will need strength and ruthlessness that surpasses even theirs if you are to continue on in this bleak world. It boils down to being either the hunter or the hunted and if you can’t outsmart the zombies, do not fret, you will soon be one!