Sunday, September 20, 2015

fifty-seven million nine hundred and thirty one thousand two hundred and seven seconds

well, here we are.
an eighth of the way through senior year.
a fifth the way through our lives
about six thousand days we have lived.
and about twenty two thousand more to go.

WHAT WILL WE DO IN THESE DAYS?
WHAT WILL WE CHOOSE TO DO IN OUR PRECIOUS MOMENTS OF EXISTENCE?
why would we want to settle.
why would we get used to anything?
LIVE LIFE.
GO TRAVEL.
WATCH SPARTACUS.
GROW A PEACH TREE AND LIVE UNDER IT.
DO SOMETHING GREAT IN THESE LAST MILLION, TWO HUNDRED & SEVENTY THOUSAND HOURS.
do something.
don't just think about it. 
get off yer a44 right now and scream.
I'm asking you to scream.
RIGHT NOW.
1..
2...
3....
SCREAM BECAUSE YOUR'E MAD.
                                                   SAD.
                                                              HAPPY.
SCREAM BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID THING YOU DID IN THE THIRD GRADE.
SCREAM FOR THAT DOG YOU LOST.
SCREAM EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE SCREAMING.
SCARE YOUR MOM.

stop. you didn't even scream did you?
If you did I applaud you,
mostly because you probably just made yourself look insane.
BUT THAT'S THE FUN OF IT.
BREAK FROM YOUR NORMS, NORMIE. 

3 comments:

  1. i feel better now. thx

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  2. I screamed.

    I'm home alone (my wife and kids are swimming, I should've gone with them, but I'm home preparing lessons and now somehow I'm here reading your blog).

    Thanks.

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