Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Where the fucks my pen?


How do I get more people to read this blog? How are we gonna get rich from this blog?
If I told you I'd give you 20 bucks to read this and tell all your friends would you do it?
I probably can't afford that...

I wonder if one day they won't teach kids how to write, just how to type.
Why leave a sticky note on your fridge when you can just have a digital fridge with a screen and shit?
I don't think it would be all that bad honestly. I bet kids would be a lot more visually creative with regards to drawing and painting. If all you knew how to use your hands for was esoteric ideas then you'd probably get pretty good at it. I'm shit at drawing, I look at people who can draw the things they see, or even better, the things they imagine. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!?!?!?!
That I can have an idea and put it on paper to directly translate that idea to another human being FUCKING BLOWS MY MIND.
Maybe I'm just a burnout.

Did you think about your career when you were a kid? Did you picture your husband or wife? Your house? Did you ever imagine that you would start losing friends to their jobs or their lovers? I miss days when everyone was around with absolutely nothing better to do than to loiter in Tim Hortons or outside whoever's party we just got kicked out of.
Sure I'm legal so I can go to whatever the fuck bar or club I want to but what fun is that if you can't do it with the people you want to do it with.
Am I being a bummer? It's probably just the seasonal affective disorder kicking in.

S.A.D.

What a cruel acronym... Doctors and psychologists obviously have a seriously fucked up sense of humour.

It's like if the scientific name for cancer spelled out D.E.A.D.

Whoops, I'm not supposed to make cancer/aids/schizophrenia jokes anymore. I forget that there are people out there I could very easily be offending. Sorry!

2 comments:

The Illest Bent Handstyle said...

Vincent, you are totally burning out mang. You are taking everything way to seriously! Drink some Stella, and some 1919. Smoke some reefer madness and come to your sensess. You are completely emoing out. You can't plead the readers to read. You just have to comment on other peoples blogs and hope that their readers like your comment and comment on your blog. Thats the way it works. Anyway man, keep it up I like what you've done to the place.

- Your GOD.

Andre St Christopher Bent.

Anonymous said...

You ain't right "Andre St Christopher Bent." I read it with delight. Childhood's imagination, refrigerators, every thing is great so far.

Loronzo