Wows...been a while...
I've been motivated recently to pick up my old habits, my former hobbies, the things I used to give a crap about before my life changed. Writing is one of these things.
I'm rusty, and tired, and I don't care if my stuff sucks, I need to restart and it takes time.
While I'm at it I also intend to start painting again if I can get the supplies, maybe go back into Photography.
It's remarkable how so much of my life can be based on words, and yet my faith in writing has been non existent since I walked through that ivy covered archway. I used to find faith in writing, both my own and others. I used to read. And while now my success in life is measured by my ability to formulate a convincing argument, and by how successful I am in deconstructing the works of authors who have shaped the world we live in, my confidence in the written world has never been so unstable.
The rush of good literature is unmistakable, and I don't mean good in the terms of classic, or earth shattering, or contemporary, I mean good in the sense that you fall into a world that is not quite yours. A book should make you believe in the impossible, it should invite you to partake, albeit temporarily, in something you desire.
I've lost that from my life. I don't want to read revolutionary literature. I don't care how visionary an author is. I want to read to pretend. To be inspired. To dream.
And I want to write for someone like me. To that end, the writings here are old, but maybe they will allow you to share in my world, maybe it'll inspire you.
I hope it does.
I wish it went without saying, but it doesn't, so I'm going to say it now:
Twilight has been my online identity for almost 7 years, long before it was the name of book series/movie, so no, this isn't an attempt to show devotion. In fact I'm feeling a little cheated of royalties for all the hassle it has created.
I've been motivated recently to pick up my old habits, my former hobbies, the things I used to give a crap about before my life changed. Writing is one of these things.
I'm rusty, and tired, and I don't care if my stuff sucks, I need to restart and it takes time.
While I'm at it I also intend to start painting again if I can get the supplies, maybe go back into Photography.
It's remarkable how so much of my life can be based on words, and yet my faith in writing has been non existent since I walked through that ivy covered archway. I used to find faith in writing, both my own and others. I used to read. And while now my success in life is measured by my ability to formulate a convincing argument, and by how successful I am in deconstructing the works of authors who have shaped the world we live in, my confidence in the written world has never been so unstable.
The rush of good literature is unmistakable, and I don't mean good in the terms of classic, or earth shattering, or contemporary, I mean good in the sense that you fall into a world that is not quite yours. A book should make you believe in the impossible, it should invite you to partake, albeit temporarily, in something you desire.
I've lost that from my life. I don't want to read revolutionary literature. I don't care how visionary an author is. I want to read to pretend. To be inspired. To dream.
And I want to write for someone like me. To that end, the writings here are old, but maybe they will allow you to share in my world, maybe it'll inspire you.
I hope it does.
I wish it went without saying, but it doesn't, so I'm going to say it now:
Twilight has been my online identity for almost 7 years, long before it was the name of book series/movie, so no, this isn't an attempt to show devotion. In fact I'm feeling a little cheated of royalties for all the hassle it has created.
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shatteredprince on August 18, 2006Hahaha, well thank ya. AP sent me an email saying I haven't been on the site in a long time so I figured I write something. AS for that announcer trailer dude... thats a good question. Although I do beleive that I've heard a few variations of that same rumbly growl voice before, especially for old, low budget horror flicks. Maybe they have some tiny little squirrley ninja talk into one of those voice modifyer devices for irony sake, and so they don't have to hire I new guy every time one of their voices fails from growling soo damn much.
Holy christfuck I am BORED. BORED BORED BORED. I think I'm losing my mind I'm so bored. And the fact that I'm quitting weed isn't really helping. Actually, this is usually the time someone starts smoking drugs, not quitting them. Bright old me. Stop by again sometime... whenever your in town next. And don't worry about waking me up. I need to start getting back into a regular sleep pattern. Anyway, hope all is well! Later gator.
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shatteredprince on June 17, 2006*hangs head in shame.
I am now officially the biggest dolt I have ever met. And I have met some pretty big dolts. It was YOU who called. I was so tired when you called I swore it was this chick that I was trying to avoid so that I could hang out with you. So then I heard that you called when I was downtown, so I spent the whole fucking day looking for your number to call you, unaware that the one I had written down earlier was you. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. Biggest loser in the world, right here. I'm sad as hell that we didn't get to hang out. I'm really sorry, but hopefully you got to do something cooler than hang out with me. Sorry again.
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twilight on January 29, 2006Yeah...I know..I'm very uninspired these days.
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shatteredprince on January 28, 2006YAY! I love marci!! I love marci!!
That was hella fun, I had forgotten how much I enjoyed talking with you, we gotta make this a more regular thing.
p.s. you haven't written anything in a long time...
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