Apples and Zen Help in the Solving of Crime

I have seen the light and it is JUICY.

As in, I've finally watched the pilot episode of Life. Funny how it's all connected, the random clips and icons I've browsed through in the past months; they all connected.

I have a hankering for a mango.

They were raised in Guatemala, now they are here.

You don't have to understand here to be here.

I think I might delve into Zen after watching Life.

(I know--I've ranted on Life before.)

(Get used to it. I'll probably rant after every episode of Life I breathe.)

Do you know what is really sad?

I tried to write this Eleven Challenge thing, where you say eleven things to eleven different people, and I gave up on number six.

It is very sad how I don't have much to say to anyone.

But maybe that is how it should be and maybe this is good.

Oh. I have been faithfully continuing the NaPoWriMo's... and it is all good.

People seem to like my poetry. I don't know.

Maybe it is good. Maybe I am headed for great things in the future.

But there is no future. There is only now.

And now.

Now, too.

And now.

....

Reese?

Go. Do it. Go to projectfreetv, look up Life, watch the pilot episode. It will be the beginning of a televisional love affair the likes of which you've never dreamed was possible.

I do not exaggerate.

Anyway.

I should be doing so many other things right now.

School projects, Fine Arts writing... all major, major pursuits.

But my fingertips ADAMANTLY REFUSE to type or write or THINK anything besides the inconsequential.

You know, I've actually considered dropping out. Yepp.. the big D.

But then I remembered some things and gained some perspective.

Gaining perspective is painful, sometimes.

5.06
(Disappointment)

Lofty ideals are only as real
As the people who leap at ‘em;
otherwise, the bars that were raised
memorialize into the Milky Way—
distant dimensions of vanished convictions.

That was all me. :)