Well, a small re-cap of life since last Tuesday. Hung out with Eric and Desi a few more times, and I haven't been to work since last Monday. Speaking of work, I work tomorrow..I mean today. Lucky me. Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
Something for me to actually feel lucky for is the fact I now have a TV in my room. Yes, an actual TV. A decently amazing TV. A 32 inch HD 1080p TV. With a Blue-Ray DvD player. Yes, quiet awesome If I do say so.
Played some pool earlier with a friend. Felt amazing to finally win some games fair and square. All of them actually :)
And I almost won a game on the break, which made me very proud. The eight ball moved to the other side of the table and settled near a corner pocket.
Just finished watching a movie on my new TV. It was called Slam. I have seen it before, but It is still amazing. It is kind of hard to describe but it deals with this guy and how he is sent to prison for a really stupid drug charge and he finds solace in his words and poetry. Starring one of my favorite poets, Saul Williams. That guy is the shit!
I wrote something kind of similar to the things he writes, but It is no where near as good...
The Sandman
You know me as I know you.
I visit you before you lay your head down
Drizzle sand into your eyes; to dream.
Dreams seamless like the vast openness
Of space.
What is real? What is not real?
Becomes blurred; running away
Like chalk in a sunstorm.
Sun spots, the roar of a cosmic
Wind that shuffles cosmic
Leaves and blows away worlds
Like dust in a storm.
Roaring, throwing, blurring,
Blinding your eyes.
You know me as I know you.
I am the sting of sand on your face.
I am the grit stuck in your hair.
I am the blood that drips from your open wound,
Filling up time like air fills the sky.
You think what you dream is new?
That your imaginary world is your own?
You were born on the intraweb of consciousness.
Flowing through new ideas at speeds you
Cannot comprehend.
You assimilate them, change them. But they are
NOT your own.
Born of another time, another place
From someone you don’t know.
There is a vast wealth of knowledge
Held in that finite space you call the mind.
Information is stored for centuries; carried
Through time like hand me downs, discarded at birth
But always there.
You were born on it,
You live on it,
The intraweb of consciousness.
You know me as I know you.
I visit you as you lay down to rest,
Fill your eyes with dreams.
I am just passing through, take no notice
Of the man with a bag filled with
Grains of time.
Take no notice;
I am neither here nor there,
Just a shadow hidden
In your thoughts.
I know you as you know me.
The dreamer of dreams.
The Sandman.
still, I think it deserves a post, so there it be in all its glory (NOTE: I said so there it be on purpose, I am not grammatically ignorant...mostly)
I can't wait to get paid on Wednesday, because I would like to go to the movies. I have heard several of my friends say how AMMMMMAAAAZZZINNNGGG District 9 is, So I think I must check it out. Call me if you want to come with. :D
I haven't made Sliders in awhile... I should make them soon.
Speaking of making food, I decided that on Tuesday I am making Deviled Eggs. Seems easy enough...and Deviled Eggs are so damn tasty...mmmmmmm, my Stomach is growling at just the thought of them.
Hmm..I have been reading through old stories of mine and I notice that my writing voice has changed quiet a bit. I don't really know if It changed for good or not. I really like this short story I wrote last year...its pretty well written..and I doesn't sound like my usual stuff either, I might just post it right after I finish this blog up...which is about to begin winding up...right..about.....NOW
yup, thats it...the end.
Talk to you later
-Ian
I like the poem.. VERY Spoken word like.
ReplyDeleteOh and District 9 wasn't that good.. It's good enough to watch, but.. think clover field meets professional documentarians. That somehow are every where with an apparent open ending that you have to wait for...