A moment in time

I keep having this recurring memory. I think about my date with ******. We were going to have a picnic, and I was lucky enough to have found a picnic kit, it came with everything you would need. A basket, knifes, forks, spoons, salt and pepper, and of course the red checkered blanket. I told her I was going to cook us a wonderful lunch, instead I just went to a local market and bought warm sandwiches and things very similar to that. But the memory I keep having is of her and myself dancing. We were at the L.A. river where we were having our picnic and I keep seeing her so happy and dancing in her brand new dress playing with the warm summer breeze that day. Everything was perfect. Though I wonder, how much of this memory is real. Oh to be lost in teenage love again. I miss the burn. But more then anything, I miss being lost in a moment that at the time I thought was just another average day. Amazing.

a poem dedicated to SAMO ^^^

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

-Gwendolyn Brooks

a thank you note

love is such a wonderful serendipitous little thing, but this is not what i want to write about today. i want to write a small thank you note to an angel who stepped out of an old familiar dream i had many years ago. recently i have been having a difficult time dealing with my problems and being alone in general. well i told all my feelings to ****** and she cleared her day and even put a new important person in her life on hold just to be with me and comfort me. the night was absolutely wonderful, i don't remember how long its been since i laughed so much and had a good time, our smiles were almost contagious.

the rush of life at that moment seemed to slow down and no longer did i feel my heart as heavy as a stone.

the night was wonderful, liquid sunshine was had by all, Jupiter went up in flames, and the fire we were breathing made me feel a comfort i thought i lost.

so if your reading this ******, thank you so fucking much. iloveya.

obama

if he wins, im afraid he might get murdered. more on this later.

the biggest paradox of philosophy

the biggest paradox of philosophy is that if it ever achieved irrefutable meaning by solving its almost seemingly endless problems, it would cease to exit. nothing more to debate, nothing more to ponder, it would deliver a complete self-evident "system," here and now. the true end of philosophy is the end of philosophy i.e. solving the questions that makes us wonder. then again, i can be wrong. whatever.

a small thought on youth

i miss playing with invisible monsters. i think once you stop doing that, your imagination dies just a little. your imagination is never as pure as when your young, and that is beautiful.

my love life summed up.

i always fall in love with the wrong girl at the right time, or the right girl at the wrong time.

-mr. mouse