Notebook

I was bored, so I was looking through a notebook that I write whatever I happen to be thinking in. There was some...interesting stuff to say the least. Mostly sort of dark stuff that when I looked at it I was like, "Whoa. Did I write this??"

Here are some. Now that I see them I remember this was just things I saw when I closed my eyes.

The sky is a wonderful deep blue.
A shield shaped mirror rests on the tips of the highest branches of a tree.
It reflects a lighter blue than the sky; it's almost greyish-silver.
And it blocks the sun.

I am in a Japanese garden.
The rocks are a lovely dark grey, and covered with pale lichens and red flowers.
I walk over a miniature bridge and see a man face down in the running stream.
His striped red tie hangs over one shoulder and flutters in the water.
His suit is wet and ruined.
I stare a moment and then walk away.

Those are the two I wrote in the notebook...there were more...but I couldn't write them down fast enough, and now I don't remember them.

Here's another thing I wrote...

The walls give sage advice but the quilt is a wiser green. And when it's dark they serve the same purpose.
Strange how oxymorons float into one's head...
I must always be a noun or a quote...no exceptions. Why does my brain work the way it does? I I think I must be mad...gone completely potty.
It looks like I'm writing with my left hand. How strange.
Sounds almost like a proverb...but it's not, it's just my room; or rather the southern corner of my room.
I'm sad for the souls in purgatory, but they are destined for heaven..more than that, I am sorry for the souls who choose Hell; they just don't understand...I wish I understood.

I also have a weird habit of writing quotes or short phrases or words at the top of every page that I write on (and some that I don't write on). Here are some of the things I've written.

All must pass.

"Behold when thy face is made bare, he that loved thee shall hate,
Thy face shall be no more fair at the fall of thy fate.
For thy life shall fall as a leaf and be shed as the rain;
And the veil of thine head shall be grief, and the crown shall be pain."
--from Tess of the D'Urbervilles

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...I'm tired of waiting...

Life is full of mysteries.

I'm with Stupid! I'm with Stupid! Done, done, done! I'm with Stupid! Dark!! Iambic Pentameter!!

In Nomini Patri, Filii, et Spiriti Sancti.

Where there is a Will, there is a Way.

"Yeah, the blues are multicolored all dependin' how ya dig 'em and dependin' on your outlook..."

I Wish...

"Der Fliegende Hollaender"

Skull and Bones and a Serpent's Head!

"Sun on daisies, darkness, eggs..."

A collection of poems from an unstable mind.

Reason is a slave to desire--it always has been; always will be.

"The Wizards' First Rule: People are stupid!"

A veil of hate dropped over the eyes of innocent men. A dark herald of night.

Number as inverted stars. [I suspect this was so I wouldn't forget that line for the poem Army of the Dead.]

Student Name, Music Theory, EPGY
c/o Florence Moore Housing Service Center
436 Mayfield Ave.
Stanford, CA 94305

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Does it work?!? Yes! Haha! [talking about a pen that I couldn't get to write]

So yeah. Haha, now that you've had a glimpse into my head....