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Reality Intangible

Posted by PrttyBrd on December 24, 2008 at 4:48pm

Tick Tock, Tick TockNever enough of the intangibleFull speed aheadThere is no race, no record to breakWhose is more valuable and who's to say?Run faster, faster, fasterSpinning like a topCrash and burnThe wasteful nature of humanityTick Tock, Tick TockIt can't be savedIt does not rolloverIt cannot be bought and soldIt does not existWhose is more valuable and who's to say?

failed entry

Posted by N on December 24, 2008 at 6:30am

a great stream of light
where you are.
wiping the glass -
to try to see you

amid all the scatter,
rocketship -
rocketship.

to unsmear the stars
from your eyes.
to try to find you
in the deepest sky

amid all the scatter,
rocketship -
rocketship.

yesterday

Posted by Missy aka Mom on December 23, 2008 at 10:34pm

yesterday was her 4th birthday this sweet angelher smile in the candles glow could have started the house on fireher energy demanded all attentionher intentions only goodit was her daythe most silly sweet treat cake in her hairmade in my image but the best of me much bettershe didn't talk till she was three but all could see her spark feel her firenever a fool and ready to take advantageI love you thief of every sodataker of keysfairy princess

Apathy

Posted by PrttyBrd on December 23, 2008 at 8:21pm

Expected pressures have evaporatedYet, nothing has changedAbsorbing the surroundingsYields no motivationThe insipid breeds slothOnce enveloped with the weight of naught,Suffocation seems imminentSelf-indulgent nothingnessThe weight of one's own world is crushingSitting idle and allowing it to happenIf ever action was needed, it is nowBefore the personal lassitude gives credenceTo the mass indolence that is too quickly becoming commonplace

The Beach

Posted by Ariel on December 23, 2008 at 6:30am

I was standing on the edge of a beach in Kuwait, staring out at the Persian gulf. A vast, varied maze of wave reflections led my gaze through it’s endless evening horizon. The great space and vastness of the sea reminded me of my own mortality, aware of my own smallness in relation to natures might and grandeur. It was the beginning of an exquisite night filled with unnerving revelations.Fourth brigade had just completed a long and demanding deployment in Iraq and we were having a going home celebration on this beach. I never know what to do at gatherings like that so I wandered off on my own for a bit. I happened to find a guitar lying against an empty picnic table. I hadn’t had the chance to express myself musically in months and this was just what I needed so I took it off to the side and played it for several hours.On a bench, I was engrossed in a deep-seated musical reverie when a girl named Ashley strolled up to sit next to me and asked what I was playing. I was playing Radiohead’s “Sail To the Moon.” She sat and listened for a minute and we exchanged very few words. This was my first time speaking to a girl in several months and didn’t really know what to say. I probably seem like a very uninteresting person to most people that talk to me. I never have anything to talk about. Odd as it sounds, what made this situation uncommon was that someone; a girl, approached me. So this simple moment made me feel better about certain things in life, even though we only spoke for a minute before someone called her to go somewhere else.Most soldiers aren’t satisfied with a woman until they get physical contact but I was in complete bliss with the short moment I shared with her. Why do I fall in love with every woman that has the backbone to approach me. And then I never know what to say. For some reason I can’t explain, I felt that this one woman changed the direction that I was heading in life, even though I never talked to her or even saw again after that.Sometimes women don’t understand the profound positive effects that they might have on a person. I need to meet someone new. Someone that is exuberant and full of life. Someone who can make the most mundane things seem astounding and beyond belief. A person with the capacity to crush the sulking ideas and assumptions that I have about human relationships. There have been so many possibilities for great companions that I have just shut my eyes to. Perhaps I need to spend less time writing these stupid journal entries and more time with other people.

A little goes a long way

Posted by PrttyBrd on December 22, 2008 at 8:16am

From out of nowhere, EXCITEMENTUplifted and empowered by strangersYet, they feel like friendsIs that strange in and of itself?A new direction and something to doApparently a little validation goes a very long wayRosy glasses glued togetherThe outlook is only partly cloudy, but no chance of rainAt least not todayNot nowNot while it feels fresh and revitalizing,Like the first warm breeze of springA piece of self lost ages ago, unexpectedly returnedPerhaps it was just forgottenDusted off by a change of viewWhatever the reason, closer to feeling wholeCloser to being who I remember I was

knobs and ridges and angles

Posted by Thomas Jerome Newton on December 22, 2008 at 12:30am

a boy i hated touched my shoulder last night in a dream and the heat of his hand woke me up. i had a second dream of sucking on a set of teeth and then i realized i was actually kissing that boy while he was sleeping.

Молитва

Posted by Alina on December 21, 2008 at 3:43pm

Возилась на кухне под Kid A. Зашел папа, прислушался (тихонечко играло, дабы не грузить домашних) и спросил: "Что это? Молитва, что ли?"В это время звучал HTDC.Эта молитва у меня к монитору прикреплена на работе. И когда за десять минут в одиннадцатый раз звонит начальник и по новой начинает грузить очередными заданиями, глаза тут же бегут по знакомым строчкам и становится легче.

mi novio!

Posted by lina damian on December 21, 2008 at 6:52am

Se merece este post porque ahora tengo blog en la página de radiohead!!!

Cylindrical Solitude

Posted by PrttyBrd on December 21, 2008 at 4:35am

narrow tunnelspitch black holeslighted endsSuffocating and frozeneyes adjust, though still uselessthe glare, however subtle is like the sunwhether it is jet black shadows or searing lightBlind is blindWhen you can't seehow are you to choose your own path?You can ask for guidanceBut in the dark,you can't tell if the hand you are holdingis the hand you were reaching for

Bedtime

Posted by PrttyBrd on December 21, 2008 at 4:30am

Silent cherubsBedtime storieslullabies and hugsHow nice it would be to be a read a bedtime story. When was the last time you were tucked in like a burrito and sent to sleepyland with hugs and kisses. What a wonderful way to end your day, with the soothing sounds of the one you love softly lulling you to sleep feeling safe, warm, and loved.

birthday debauchery

Posted by wendy bee on December 20, 2008 at 7:53pm

celebrating the 15th anniversary of the 21st birthday :) i think i may have tested my liver a bit too much but at least today i get to go make strange sounds in the studio. x o x o - beez

SNOW!!!

Posted by Janie on December 20, 2008 at 7:26am

Shit...snow...shit...snow...I live on a hill, and all the roads surrounding my house are closed. Work on the other hand decided it was fine to open today and tomorrow...damn it. The bus didn't even show up until about 11am this morning....and we are to get another storm with more snow and crazy winds! This is nuts and not normal for Seattle....shit....it's peak period at work and it's going to suck...so much work and I can't stay to do the overtime, even if I wanted to cause work is closing early. But it is fun to watch my dog go totally crazy every time I take him on a walk...hopefully someone in Seattle is able to enjoy the day...

To Pechevino

Posted by PrttyBrd on December 20, 2008 at 6:29am

Heartfelt and openunthinking wordskindness to strangersNo apparent reasonMoved by othersinspired to speakEveryday oversightssignificantly insignificantA finger touches the soulfrom unknown placesThough nothing really happenedthings are somehow differentTo my new friend, thank you for your kindness and the strength I found in your words. I had forgotten what it feels like to make a difference to someone, no matter how slight it may have been. It is so easy to go through the day wrapped up in everything, blinded to any possible side effects. I feel good, and if you read my last blog post you'd see that today that seemed an impossibility. A truly heartfelt thank you, once again.

man vs.

Posted by Missy aka Mom on December 19, 2008 at 9:57pm

in life it's man vs. manman vs. selfand today women vs. natureshe dealt us an icy blowthis mother of us alla warningmaybe to remind us of what we are losingit shines like glassand cracks and snaps as welltime may not be on our side

Free

Posted by East on December 19, 2008 at 7:27pm

Final done with school.....unilt jauary 5......

Algo gracioso sobre las entradas para Radiohead Argentina... (solo para hispanohablantes :D)

Posted by Rithmik on December 19, 2008 at 4:09pm

(escrito por Batmanescientifico BLOG)

'Uno por uno se metieron los $270 en el medio del orificio del centro del orto adentro del ojeteEstábamos todos contentos; venía radiohead por primera vez a fines de marzo del 2009. Los que son fanáticos, los que sólo nos gusta, los que nada más conocen Creep pero les "re cabe", los que empezaron a escuchar el resto de los discos (además de OK computer que hasta lo tiene el chofer del 152) hace sólo un tiempo como yo, los que escuchan todos hace 2000 años y tienen contadas cuantas canciones de yorke sugieren el suicidio, etc. En fin, iba a estar bueno. Teníamos miedo que lo metieran en el quilmes chotorock con la mancha de fernando y una banda chota de reggae garcha, algún hijo perdido de bob marley, o una mierda escandinava como the rasmus, o esas basuras que unicamente logran los festivales mal armados made in sojasiztán. Pero aparentemente iba a ser en el quilmes rock sin bandas antes. Mas o menos venía bien, hasta que dijeron el precio de las entradas:$270"Seee, Oscar, las ponemos a 270 mangos. Seguro que lo van a pagar, si estos borregos son unos giles, solamente quieren decir que fueron al recital y comprarse la remera. Con Madonna ya nos salió bárbaro! Y las de la Davis, que las sacamos todas por mercado libre?! y nadie se dió cuenta? y las vendimos al 500%? Noo, Oscar, haceme caso, pongámoslas a 270; pensá que estos radiojet no vinieron nunca! Y de las 30000 entradas, sacando las 5000 que nos comen los sponsors, una parte las guardamos para reventa de nuevo. Si sale mal, las largamos faltando 2 semanas con la excusa de que "corrimos el escenario para atrás y ahora hay más lugar". Osqui, osqui, tengo años en el negocio del rock, y si algo sé es que a los pibes hay que cobrarles el máximo. Siempre tienen guita"'------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------JAJAJA Q TRISTE REALIDAD EH??BESOS ARGENTINOS... A VER SI PODEMOS CAMBIAR ALGOO(KLUCIANA.

MI BLOG!!!!!

Posted by Rithmik on December 19, 2008 at 4:00pm

Pasen por nuestro blog q seguro les va a gustarahi van a encontrar tmb nuestros fotologs, el ke kiere y tiene flog, nos firmaaa!y comententen en el blog en los posteos q mas les gusten!!besosCIRCOMANIACAS BLOGAQUÍ

Can't Sleep

Posted by PrttyBrd on December 19, 2008 at 9:58am

So it is 4:30 in the morning over here, and I still can't sleep. Can't figure out what I'm stressed over either. Very odd. I don't think it's money or Christmas, I mean we all have struggles and you do the best with what you have and move on. This is a deep sense of foreboding. I'm getting very nervous about it actually. Y'see, my hubby works with fireworks. He leaves tomorrow for yet another boat parade. I hate them because there is an awful lot of explosives in a tiny workspace. But usually I'm fine. He is the safest person I know. Even so, due to manufacturing error, he was in an accident last year that scared the crap out of me. He's fine, but I've never been the same. Now, with this very unsettling feeling, I'm almost sick to my stomach. Boy, I can see that I'm going to be very cranky until I get that phone call after the show. I feel bad for my kids having to deal with me. I have two concerts, guitar lessons, and Cub Scout fundraisers this weekend. Unfortunately, I'll be pretty useless until I get that phone call.Holy crap I'm getting nervous! I don't get this way, I don't. If I did, I couldn't live with his job. The man is gone more often than he is home. Sometimes there are four shows in a week. It doesn't bother me. The fact that it is bothering me now is freaking me out more than I can find words for. Yeah, I think I liked it better when I couldn't figure out what it was. Now that I know, I wish I didn't.

=)

Posted by Rithmik on December 19, 2008 at 3:59am

Y la ke no se enamora d THOM cn esto.... es una insensible... CLICK!adioz !

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