wasting words on lowercases and capitals

For some reason I always think walls are white. Even in my house, where the walls are green, yellow, and in my bedroom are aqua/teal, I still think all walls are white. I guess it's a stereotypical color. Rarely do you see black walls. It's too dark. Makes the room feel dismal.

Brittle bones break beautifully. I dunno. I felt the need to say something alliterative. And the word brittle had just popped into my head.

One of my friends the other day stated that they put pictures in their blog to make it more interesting. They said that people nowadays aren't as interested in words. Words still work, but pictures just make things easier, more entertaining. i wonder if that's true. Maybe I'm fucked by my career choice.

I haven't shaved in awhile. My facial hair is sort of invisible anyway. It's noticeable close up under lighting, but when it's darker, or there's shadow, you can't see it. I don't think shaving's necessary right now. I'm not trying to impress no one.

I don't know why, but the song I have on right now is making me listen more to the music itself, the instrumentation, rather than the lyrics. As a lyricist, I'm confused. Lyrics make songs for me normally. I dunno, maybe a change is coming over me.

when the sun comes up you will realize you were wrong

I hate leaky faucets and broken piping. They remind me too much of myself. And of how cracked this world is. How far we can push other people away, because they have small problems that we implode into larger issues. We're all broken. I hate feeling more broken than you.

we will stand on solid ground

I'm not much for philosophical things. I can't write or speak like Aristotle or Kant or Dostoyevsky. I can't tell stories like Poe or Salinger, Twain or Vonnegut, whether I've been referred to as the next Vonnegut or not (and I have actually been called as such, but I politely disagree with this comparison). I can't paint you a portrait. I'm no Da Vinci, Dali, Picasso, or Klimt. I don't know the stars, I don't really know anything about the galaxies and universes except that there are stars, planets, moons, and black holes. Maybe I know more, but I could never compare in interstellar knowledge to NASA. I'm not much for athletics. I'm no Griffey, Gretzky, Montana, or Phelps. I'm not a king, a prince. I'm of no royal blood.

Simply, what I can offer to the world is trial and error. I can try writing and fail. Or I can succeed. It all depends on myself and society. I don't need to be famous or rich or anything. I don't care about finding anything important in this world. I know that what I've done thus far hasn't been much. I'm still trying though.