unintentional poem

i wrote this in response to a silly online personality quiz question (where you jot down your thoughts in thirty seconds when shown a nifty painting). i found the sheet and forgot what it was for a moment. this is what i noted word for word, spacing and all, which is kind of funny in hindsight:

sky, like earth
creation
egypt and all the
world
earth colors
pool
ancient

okay so it's not really good but oh well.

thoughts/aspirations of the day:
--i want my photographs to become more like words, and I want my words to become more like photographs.

--comics are a lot like photo stories. read (receive/perceive) this sweet book

--anime is kick-ass.

--i'm going to watch unico tonight. need to rewatch princess mononoke.

--i've been reading about anime for my visual culture class and had one of those moments today where i got excited about the vast vast vast vast vast x infinity amount of knowledge/creation in the world! there's this whole unexplored area expression like anime/cyberpunk/comics/graffiti that i don't really know a thing about and couldn't possibly absorb 5% of it in my entire lifetime.

--apparently i'm an innovater. that's what the personality test said, and we all know personality tests are infallible.

--closure is a concept storytellers know how to exploit. didn't realize this.

--I want to be a better storyteller.

come to open eye tonight to hang out!!!!

second chances

cover me with a red sky tonight
promise of a better day to come.

need it, sure do.

mediocrity

mediocrity is snapping pictures at
college parties of
half-empty bottles: their contents
billows: forts and blankets
mirages of acquaintances
their broken graffiti signatures on the living room wall.
Wonder-- asleep in red technology caves; the images
fulfilled her momentary soul
thirst

now in temporary graves
the magic was buried alive.