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I'm trying to paint this

Pretty little picture

Trust me I am

My paints keep drying

And shaking, are my hands

I want this so I may

Hang it on a wall

The whitest wall in the

Room

The tiny room

I can call my own

But only sometimes

When the weather permits

Otherwise, nothing is my own

I hope to change this

With my painting

but you see

The long tiresome years

Make me not care anymore

So I'll just sit in my room

imagining stars.

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You know,

You can always ask people

About their stories

Their wildest adventures

Living vicariously through them

As you sit at home

Making sure every wall is white

Every mirror clean

Every glass full

Never letting the dust settle

Because that would truly

Tell that their isn't life here

So rearrange the patterns

Okay?

They won't notice

It's more stealthy

Because it's just one

Cradle rob away

For any dream you've

Nursed to life

Yet, made sure it was

Crippled and held back

Chewing on steel

Was never that satisfying

In the first place

Love.

Want to know the cheapest word
You can buy?
Go ahead and spin the wheel; the price is right.
Sharper the knife
The thinner the deal
Mass produced
A consumeristic appeal
Everything and nothing
Has been attached
No more lock
No more latch
Daddy,
You ask me
What I want for
Christmas
My birthday.
Maybe
We could buy back
The word that isn't
In lack.
No deficit
No empty account
Lets lock it up
Never let it out
Until those
Can figure out the lock
Travel the maze
They unassembled the clock
Deserved the word
That was shut up
Don't let this
put you down
The greeks
The hebrews
Knew what it all was about
This'll be the last I speak of this
Because all of you repeat
allowing the stimulation of
Neurons to diminish

Latest Obsession: The Internet

As of lately, I've become a Barnes and Noble bum. I secretly mark books I have no intention of buying and continue to return to begin reading where I left off. The book I am currently mooching off is "The Shallows" By Nicholas Carr. It is about how the Internet is affecting our brains, and if the internet is making us 'dumber'. Reading this book makes me feel not so alone.

These past couple years I've started noticing a change in my self. An inability to sit down and read a whole entire book. The majority of the knowledge that I acquire is through magazines (i.e. The Atlantic, and The Economist) and the Internet. The new style of journalism is quick, fast, and easy. Our wants as consumers don't necessarily have to do with 'quality' but more with 'quantity.' Let's see how many things we can learn in the shortest time possible without having to read too much. So essentially (and not intentionally) generation x, my generation (y), and the one to follow are being bred to be 'scanners'.
Now, technically, by the United States standards I am an adult, and by puberty standards, I'm starting to wind down and will probably be 100% done by next year. What used to be common among the scientific field is that once adulthood was reached our brains stopped growing. They were no longer rewiring and growing. But due to experimentation and research, this common knowledge is being proved false. An experiment was conducted with five monkeys where a researcher (his name slips my mind) would cut open their skull and use a probe to mess up their neurons. What this did was mess up their nerves so when you would touch the end of their finger it would signal the brain that the middle of the finger was receiving the stimulation. Now with previous knowledge, one would assume the brain and nerves or now damaged for essentially ever. A couple weeks later the researcher touches the fingertips of the monkeys again and the brains have corrected the issue and now the right part is being registered as touched. If the monkeys don't convince you enough (because the fact their monkeys means well their animals and it couldn't possibly relate to us) there has been revolutionary physical therapy where someone who has lost the ability to use the left side of their brain, thus, numbing the left side of their body has through intensive therapy rerouted the neurons so that the left side of the body could respond once again. We as humans are very adaptable and we can gain lost abilities (though of course, hard work)

This is as far as I've gotten in the book. It just worries me how this abundance of technology is going to affect us in the future. It is already worrisome how it is affecting us now. English professors are complaining that people who plan on majoring in english aren't reading the books. It's obviously not technologies in itselfs fault that we are abusing it, but it makes me think of the two books "1984" and "Brave New World. The similarity of these two books are the fact that they give us an idea of a negative utopia and how they'll be our downfall. The difference is the fact that "1984" talks of oppression (from the government) destroying us while "Brave New World" shows how our pleasure seeking will be our oppressor. For the longest time I've heard how 1984 called it, George Orwell knew what was up. It seems though Huxley had a better idea of how it is all going to go down. Our apathy and our obsession with pleasure will destroy us.

Well, I'll have more to say once I have read some more. Every time that I do gives me a little bit of fire. So, happy reading and goodnight. :)

Untitled #22

Oh, how we love the flaws

Like a drop of blood

From an immortal god

No matter

It seems we have come

Full circle

As they preach

From the highest altar

When we can do nothing

But stand there

Catching each fallen Angel

Knowing that this is why

The Cheshire cat smiles

Not only do we hope

That someday we'll cross over

Looking back at the other side

Knowing the world turns

But it's only the trip, the stitch

That makes us have loved ones

Like the happiest moment

is knowing we all die

Love.

There won't ever be anything

Like that moment

When you're in the bathtub

Swimming with the sunset

Cleaning the dirt from your nails

That remind you

Of the clawing, kicking, and screaming

Mostly of the silence

As you finally surfaced

From the deepest trench

You've ever encountered

The edge always being close

But the footing always off

We have searched the ages

The dictionaries

The encyclopedias

The books

The stories

The music

For that one expression

That just might for the littlest bit

Describe the most soul warming,

Buttery, solitary moment

When you realize you aren't alone.

Knowing full heartedly

I can tell you

No one can take away these

Experiences.