| I once thought of myself as an optimist -an uncrushable spirit. And I was. But then shit happens and things do eventually change. So then I was an apathetic -a compromising, broken piece of shit person who couldn't care less about the good things, just as much as he once decidedly couldn't care about the bad. But one thing I have noticed is still the same. I've always been the most nonchalant person you'll ever meet. "Hey."
I have a bad habit of allowing things to come my way without protest or discernment. Good or bad, I never seek these things out before they come my way, head on like a truck at a deer crossing. Things just seem to happen that way. Is it because I'm shy? Because I don't care? or because worse things have happened that just can't ever be beat? The answer: yes. Welcome. My name is John. This is my Xanga.
So how interesting can a guy be who doesn't like to argue, who won't pass the buck, and who usually won't give a flying fuck about the most common issues in life? For me, interest lies in the infinitum of little things. There's more than I think you know. Also, it is my habit to write.
It's not really my fault but inevitably I cannot read two pages of a good book or watch two hours of a good film without quitting the volume and either writing about what I've seen or beginning to mimic what I've witnessed. So here we go. John's sounding board of ideas, blog spot for book and film reviews, and I swear I will try to keep the personal diary rantings that are so common here on Xanga to a minimum.
Love, peace, and chicken grease people,
John
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| I was smoking one out back of Taco John's when all these birds came by and I started to wonder. What if birds smoked cigarettes? A lot of birds. What if nature could fuck itself up as much as people do? It made me laugh. Would birds randomly fall to the ground, limping with arthritis and poor circulation. Would they sound raspy when they tried to sing? Can you imagine a canary addicted to dope? My god, that one does make me laugh. So what if other parts of nature could ruin their lives as quickly as humans do. I looked over at the birds hang'n around the dumpster and thought. So some crow nails a morning dove, leaves her with five chicks in the nest and marries that pigeon from downtown. Asshole bird. I'm grateful birds can't smoke. I'm afraid they would. The End
PS
Happy Valentines Day. I would have a lot to say about today, but I'm still thinking about it.
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| Loneliness has me. Tonight I am without.
In nearly twenty-one years I have never come across this feeling.
I am completely not. Said and simple.
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