I don't know why i do not like typing. Its now after my shower when my mind is allowed to think best. But i am always force to try the hardest to record anything down. I am now listening to a tune which had caught my ear in my shuffle list, soon enough by The Constantines. It is a fresh one, it only had 2 replays. The first i heard it i probably wasn't paying attention. Now the second time, its interesting the way it coincidentally blends in with my mood at this time. I am thinking about how i always hesitate, the way i am afraid. Not about being afraid of dangerous things, phantoms, or anything like that. But the way i am afraid to a little less perfect or doing mistakes. A few minutes ago before at the start of writing this post. I thought about my passion of film, and the way I am easily influenced by characters, people. Films is one of the things that center my life but i never never spoke much of it in public. I love the people who make them, I think about the way they think, to walk the shoes of the variety of characters they will have to craft. The contrast of psychos and the much proper and i think its nice to feel bipolar. I remember reviewing few movies long ago in the other blog, which i no longer do now. I have in my other tabs which are minimized to make way for this blog editing page, an article bout fauns, greek mythology, world war2, mark zuckerman, david fincher, martin scorcess, hotmail, and ghandi. Perhaps the influence of my 2 recently watched films, shutter island and social network. Always find something to distract self. anyways, this is one of the hundred times when i am able to take down my thoughts which have been flashed at this time. I like my current absence of specificity. I do not hesitate, I backspace less and I do not read back.
2months ago.
I extracted from it, a pot of snow flake treats
I packed the flakes to balls with my numbed out hands
I made collection of 2, four or five at a time.
and threw them at the neighbors.