Christopher Sebela

writer, wronger, rearranger

end is near, hearts filled with fear

I make decision with precision
lost inside this manned collision
just to see that what is to be
perfectly my fantasy
I came to know with now dismay
that in this world we all must pay
pay to write
pay to play
pay to cum
pay to fight
and all in time, with just our minds
we soon will find what's left behind
not long ago when things were slow
we all got by with what we know
the end is near
hearts filled with fear
don't want to listen to what they hear
and so it's now we choose to fight
to stick up for our bloody right
the right to sing, the right to dance
the right is ours....we'll take the chance
a peace together
a piece apart
a piece of wisdom
from our hearts.

No one knows this is even here

which makes me want to use it all the more to make a blog again. Some kind of daily writing exercise that isn't reliant on deadlines or some other stuff. This will be fragments and fun and friendship. But it won't be our friendship because I'm the only one reading this. It's the perfect crime.

let's begin

I wrote a whole thing and then I forgot to save it. It's like I never left.

Because it was a blog post, it was a way too long-winded mission statement about actually using this blog for something. Also I said the word blog twice in the year 2015. But this site has to be about something and it largely seems to be about writing, so I'm gonna write about writing. Probably not much else, but considering that hardly anyone will be reading this, I'll consider this a monologue to myself, another place to keep my fingers moving when the idea train isn't just stalled, but tipped over, on fire and leaking chemicals into the groundwater.

And as I already wasted a bunch of time spelling out everything I'm trying to get done this weekend and still haven't accomplished, I'll get back to doing those things instead of this thing.

But I will use this thing.

stress testing

tweaking odds and ends, trying this thing out, seeing if it's any use at all.

let's see, can I do this?

Yep. I can do that.

What else, what else...

How about this?

I’m not a complicated man. I like cinema. In particular, I like to see people fucking on film... but I don’t want to win an Oscar... and I don’t want to reinvent the wheel. I like simple pleasures... like butter in my ass, lollipops in my mouth. That’s just me. That’s just something that I enjoy. Call me crazy, call me a pervert... but there’s one little thing I want to do in this life and that is to make a dollar and a cent in this business.
— Floyd Gondolli

Okay. I guess I can do something with this.

One more thing.


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