boredom's blackhole of doom.

"The two enemies of human happiness are pain and boredom." - Arthur Schopenhauer

Interesting how I write; it's as if ideas continuously regurgitate themselves from my mind into ink, paper, notes, pads, journals, perhaps even one day a narrative of collective ideas. Though for now, I simply feed my addiction, as if I were in the slow stages of something bigger, the beginning stages of some drug related problem causing mind boggling words turned into sentences as I'm faded from the bliss of life itself.

A friend told me today; "You write but when you end, it's as if you just stop." I thought as I walked out, it's true, almost all of my entries seem like fragments, as if I've truthfully gone brain dead or lost track; perhaps I've fallen asleep on you secretly and I'm really just finishing each entry in the morning. Whatever it is I'm not exactly sure, things just seem to clash into a black hole, a freeze of ideas, something of sort.

Here's unfortunately another end of ideas, a break of boredom, though I'll take it all into consideration and learn, hopefully this entertains you while you're sitting in your most private intimate enclosed locations surrounded by soaps, a rubber duck, and toilet paper.

I'll leave you with Jeni singing a "Suit and Tie" cover; as I go brainstorm for something worth reading..



"gentlemen good night, ladies good morning." - Ryan D