Field of view

It’s easier most of the time to do things again right? I have to push the button again. But this time it seems easier and it’s a relief. I just have to plan for all contingencies and then I’m all set. Most others always find doing things again much easier. But I’m not like that. I find myself back in the frame of mind of doing it for the first time and it’s just as difficult, usually anyway. Not this time.

I really need to get back into this. I used to have blog notes and was interesting and had thoughts and things to share. But this is just for me. I’ll try to remember that.

Joaquin out.

From hells heart, I stab at thee

I know what’s about to happen. All the switches are flicked. I just have to turn the key. The destruction. The utter annihilation and devastation. One turn of the key and the missiles go. The world goes nuclear. Nothing will ever be the same again. The future is divided into before this moment and after it. 

I feel the responsibility. I feel the duty. I don’t want to do this. But I have to. There is too much riding on it.

My body shakes. I’m drenched in sweat. 

Tomorrow I turn the key.

Joaquin out.

The times, they are a wastin’

I’m not dead.

I’m annoyed that after all this time that Lizzy was right.

The algorithm has gone too far.

It’s too accurate. But it can sway things.

Not all of it is true.

I exist. Barely.

Bring back the rage.

Joaquin out.

Playing Dumb, More Of That To Come...

How sweet are those lies?

Only 9 posts last year?!  Wow!  I'm actually shocked I managed to get that much done.  It will probably be worse this year though.

Things are changing, a lot.  Probably the most they ever will in my life.  But that's ok.  That's just how things are. 

I'll try my best to write more later.

Joaquin out.

Twice Bitten, Never Shy, Hold Your Breath and Kiss the Sky

Everything just feels a little bit off.

I'm a little worn down.  I'm tired.  No, I'm more than that.  I'm exhausted.  I'm a zombie living less than an existence.  All about the $$$ and you'll see where that leads.

This is all a trap and none of it's real.  But we buy into the fantasy.  We literally buy into it.  What a strange concept. 

Do you ever regain the magic of what's lost?  I was thinking about this the other day, and I can recall things from when I was younger and easily made happy.  I remember playing pool with the other at someone else's University hall.  I played terribly, but we had a good time.  I remember being at a family friend's house in the middle of nowhere.  They had a Linux computer which I had to learn how to use.  And we found some VCDs (haha what an old format now, who remembers them!) and we watched The Lost World: Jurassic Park on a tiny monitor, sitting on the bed away.  The quality was dodgy (definitely an overseas pirated copy), and the movie is pretty average, but I loved it.  We must have started watching it at 10pm, and for kids that's pretty cool. 

Ahh what good times.  But now they're all very few and far between.

Something is really off with these blogger stats.  Why do we have so many hits from Russia, Ukraine, Chechnya, and Poland?  We have no material of any interest to people in those countries.  Something just isn't...right...But if you're here for legitimate reasons, welcome and enjoy!  I hope to visit someday.

What else is news?  I'm getting back into guitar very slowly.  Oh my god, my skills!  Where have they gone?  You really do need to practice.  Or you'll suck.  I'm learning more scales and trying to improve my theory at least. 

I'm done.

Joaquin out.

New Wave Poster Glaze

Blogger is doing some weird shit. Logged in and saw zero information against any of our posts. No views or anything. Sure that’s not right. Anyway.

Startling realisation for today: I’m concerned that my life is sliding far down the tube to resemble American beauty day by day.

What a thought.

Joaquin out.