Thursday, March 29, 2012

69.

This is not bragging, its something to think about:
People say I take risks.
I don't.
When I was young,
while others were reading,
I was developing skill.
I've never broken a bone,
never been in trouble,
I'm just really fucking skilled.
Anyone who thinks I take risks
Must have read to much as a child.

Sheltered kids live sheltered lives.
Reading kids live abstract lives.
Upbringing, upbringing is everything.

68.

In efficiency, obviously
but less of a limbic innervation.
we are lost because the way in which we communicate changed during our lifetime,
one of the few examples ever!
we must not be ashamed of this
but we must be demoralized.
forms of communication, of abstraction are engrained at a young age.
verbal communication is the most obvious, that is how we were grown! on biological, verbal, physical interaction and now, in this day, in that of internet-typing-chatting we cannot and will never be able to derive the same affection from it as will the generation who, right now is no longer toddlers. similar to the reason music is the most emotionally provocative form of art: it is the most ancient, the most readily stimulating of our limbic system (probably responsible for emoottioonns and more ancient part of brain), the most intensely wired abstraction (sound). espeeeciallllyyy music with words. in effect, it may be possible for some that wernicke's area is used in music comprehension.
stop.
my point is that my generation has the inability to derive emotion, closeness etc. reality from electronics. we are biologic organisms living in a technologic age. sad. well not sad, just not happy. but we can take pride in being the last biologic humans ever, the last unable to derive the same emotions from reality from non-reality, just like the 17-year-old cavemen when writing became a novel abstraction from speaking. we drink heavily because it allows us to forget about Facebook, and return to our childish selves. the fact is we have to. we literally do. we must drink to feel the same emotional productivity as other generations because we are fucked by technology. the coming generations will not be fucked like we are. they will be fine, but it is those in transition, us. maybe quantity will make up for quality. maybe if we interact enough we won't have to worry about quality

Saturday, March 24, 2012

67.

Look, K.

I may keep you under wraps
and I may never fully find you
as far as love is.
But far as love strains on those
sunny days
and as far as it rays on those
ugh.............
Best days
I'm sure one moment
of your life you felt
how I do know, about me.

We could have had it all.
We still,
oh imagine us still!
Could have it all.

Friday, March 23, 2012

66.

Isn't this quite silly you,
you reading this blog?
Isn't it silly that the writer's you YOU
consider writers,
you've only read a miniscule fraction of
their words, and developed an opinion
from that
and an opinion about me
Young Stein,
carry me home
Young Stein,
you've happied me, for sure
and more

65.

if you have
red
this far into this "blog"
text me now
5189282955
saying "i see"
otherwise
cowardice will fall,,,
and you question why
I push you away LOL

I'm sorry and red that anyone had to see this.

64.

Dear You,

When we recently went to the pondside
and you told me you had never watched
porn,
I gaged. 
I thought only how this reinvents the idea
that you live only by literature.
"I have never watched porn
you said"
but I've read a whole deal about it
and I'm sure I wouldn't like it.
You said: "The way that it exploits
the woman,,,its ridiculous!"
"It's ridiculous!" I said, you missed the humour
because you literally don't understand.
You literally don't wish tumolt upon yourself
you literally don't find fine in physics 
and oh girl I cannot seem to find the reason
I loved you so
beyond
physics
you should know.

63.

Have you been?
                               Put aside by a thought?
Put aside by one who cherishes though?
Once I went to a store,
the clerk said:
"Have you heard of these mood rings?
everyone your age has one."
Unaware of though itself I bought a mood ring.
It was the worst decision of my life.