this blog was created with no intention of harming anyone, however i fear i may have done just that. you see...it has come to my attention that most everyone today has hardly a fraction of my verbosity, causing them a headache of the acutest kind when attempting to perceive my words.
i am not about to apologize to you for my own loquaciousness. if you wish to comprehend what i am telling you, then you go on and apologize to yourself for not expanding your own vocabulary prior to coming across this page.
with that said, i may now move on to topics of which do not cause me a great deal of distress...
there is a building located five miles from where i sit that is structured much like that of a turtle. i call it "the turtle buliding". i am aware that name isn't the best to come up with...but it is what it is, and so it shall remain that way. i mention such a thing for no apparent reason, to you or to myself. for i am sure you find it pretty pointless, as do i. the relation of such a statement to this blog, however, isn't exactly nonsensical. i find that such a blog, one with little meaning to begin with, might as well end that way.
the paragraph above was basically an excuse to write. i couldn't come up with anything worth words, so i settled for the unworthy.
i have, sitting on my lap, a dog whom which has a stench of the most distasteful nature. i cannot help but loathe having her here. sure, she's adorable and has a cute personality, but i must be honest with you...people (well, in this case..animals) who emit an unpleasant odor aren't exactly a joy to be near. do not mistake my words, for i am not meaning to sound ill-natured. i am simply giving life to the feelings of which linger on most everyone's mind.
i could elongate this submission, but i am not feeling up to it. besides, i have to save the rest of my pointless theories and antics for the blogs to come. as it is, i only have over a million of them remaining fresh in my mind.
..that was my valediction.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
slendid afternoons
greetings, my fellow earthlings. what a beautiful day it is for residents of palmer, alaska. unfortunately i am sitting in a stuffy office, howvever i am located in front of a rather large window with a spectacular view. it's of the sky mainly, which is one true beauty that will never be duplicated. i just love how nature is full of colors and shades...even the seemingly most depressing have hidden beauty. in fact, my favorite color (or shade) is gray. i absolutely adore how the sky looks on a gray day. i do not find such a time to be gloomy at all, but most people do. isn't it strange how most humans relate an emotion with a color? for example: red=anger, blue=sadness, yellow=happiness. i do find it rather odd, but that's just me.
i detest when people ask "is 'insert noun here' making your life a drag?". i find this question to be perfectly obtuse! life is never something to toy with. saying your life is a drag is an action of the most ungrateful nature. life is precious in every way and at all times. if you had no life that would mean you either do not exist or have died. let me ask you this; which seems like more of a drag to you, going through life or being dead?
suicidal people are completely ungrateful. most all the people who commit suicide have hate rediating throughout their force of energy. that is no way to be. i pity them, to be sure. my only wish is that more people, perhaps all, could enjoy life as i do and see the true potential at happiness that lies within themselves. the world could be such a better place. with happiness in all our hearts there would be peace between all mankind. a believe a world as such is indeed possible. it starts with me and ends with you.
i never truly knew what i wanted out of life, but now i do. i want love, laughter, truth, and happiness...all at the same time. and i need for what i want to be shared with the rest of the world, but the rest of the world needs it to be shared with their wants. and that is exactly what we need to change.
well...i best be getting back with my life.
peace. love. happiness.
i detest when people ask "is 'insert noun here' making your life a drag?". i find this question to be perfectly obtuse! life is never something to toy with. saying your life is a drag is an action of the most ungrateful nature. life is precious in every way and at all times. if you had no life that would mean you either do not exist or have died. let me ask you this; which seems like more of a drag to you, going through life or being dead?
suicidal people are completely ungrateful. most all the people who commit suicide have hate rediating throughout their force of energy. that is no way to be. i pity them, to be sure. my only wish is that more people, perhaps all, could enjoy life as i do and see the true potential at happiness that lies within themselves. the world could be such a better place. with happiness in all our hearts there would be peace between all mankind. a believe a world as such is indeed possible. it starts with me and ends with you.
i never truly knew what i wanted out of life, but now i do. i want love, laughter, truth, and happiness...all at the same time. and i need for what i want to be shared with the rest of the world, but the rest of the world needs it to be shared with their wants. and that is exactly what we need to change.
well...i best be getting back with my life.
peace. love. happiness.
Monday, June 2, 2008
imperfectly adequate
my, my...i have been away for far too long. i am deeply regretful and offer to you my sincerest apologies. you may be wondering what has caused my elongated absence...and yet, you may not. i would suspect the latter, but i am going to inform you despite the fact that you most likely do not care.
following the night after my first attempt at blogging, i was so excited to write another. early in morn when the dew still lingered on the freshly cut blades of grass i awoke from my chambers and nestled comfortably on the computer desk chair. i cranked my neck to the left and to the right, releasing the tension which was brought on by the hard slumber i had endured. i reached upward with both my arms, completing the fourth stretch of the morning. more out of habit than requirement, i popped each and every one of my knuckles. it only made my typing all the more swift.
predictable was the circumstance. i suppose some resignation or some such requirement of a technical matter had timed out and all the text on the screen were transformed into hieroglyphics.
thus the basis of my bummed out attitude, and the means to a beginning of blogging deprivation.
a new day has begun, and i have found myself a computer with sufficient aptitude to allow such an act. i am grateful, for now i get to rant on about random matters to whomever comes across this sad little page of mine. sorry about that, by the way. i do not wish to reveal the sentiments of a most depressing nature to you. i only wish to tell a story. a story with no point of existence, but a story nonetheless.
a note for the wise: do not trust ziploc baggies, or any plastic bags of the sort. they will rape your food of its every amiable quality and leave behind a bitter taste of displeasure. it was earlier this very day that i decided to pack some vanilla wafers into such a container. what a wrong decision it was. eleven perfectly delicious wafers are now sitting ruined at the bottom of a wastebasket, atop its malicious fiend of a carrier.
i better return to my duties. i am needed for the next half hour, and then homeward bound i be. i shall return to this blog someday. i am not making any promises about when or how, but i know one day i will return.
until then..much love,
c.s. motley
following the night after my first attempt at blogging, i was so excited to write another. early in morn when the dew still lingered on the freshly cut blades of grass i awoke from my chambers and nestled comfortably on the computer desk chair. i cranked my neck to the left and to the right, releasing the tension which was brought on by the hard slumber i had endured. i reached upward with both my arms, completing the fourth stretch of the morning. more out of habit than requirement, i popped each and every one of my knuckles. it only made my typing all the more swift.
predictable was the circumstance. i suppose some resignation or some such requirement of a technical matter had timed out and all the text on the screen were transformed into hieroglyphics.
thus the basis of my bummed out attitude, and the means to a beginning of blogging deprivation.
a new day has begun, and i have found myself a computer with sufficient aptitude to allow such an act. i am grateful, for now i get to rant on about random matters to whomever comes across this sad little page of mine. sorry about that, by the way. i do not wish to reveal the sentiments of a most depressing nature to you. i only wish to tell a story. a story with no point of existence, but a story nonetheless.
a note for the wise: do not trust ziploc baggies, or any plastic bags of the sort. they will rape your food of its every amiable quality and leave behind a bitter taste of displeasure. it was earlier this very day that i decided to pack some vanilla wafers into such a container. what a wrong decision it was. eleven perfectly delicious wafers are now sitting ruined at the bottom of a wastebasket, atop its malicious fiend of a carrier.
i better return to my duties. i am needed for the next half hour, and then homeward bound i be. i shall return to this blog someday. i am not making any promises about when or how, but i know one day i will return.
until then..much love,
c.s. motley
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