why i stopped writing
Originally uploaded by ulanmaya_deux.
...you want to know why i stopped writing...i'll tell you why...
...i am sick and tired of writing life's drama...of forever asking why about all the four letter words in life...there you go, life...love ache pain fear rape feud trap gone away damn shit bull crap fuck...those email forwards you get that makes you go aawwwww instead of aarrgghhss...i want to write about how great life is and all that good crap...
...just like the rubber duckie song, how bath time can be lots of fun...how perfect a combination of coffee and cigarette is in the morning, makes your teeth yellow, hell, you might even die of cancer but WHO THE FUCK CARES???!!!...it's fucking awesome!...just like waking up in the moring with someone (you know, i hope)...or just the mere fact that you made it through the night...just like the feel of the first snow flakes on your skin...or driving with your top down (if you have one) and feeling the breeze on your face and your moussed up hair, then some a-hole speeds by you but stay calm cause you know you're going to see that sumuhmahbitch at the stop light anyway...or discovering a pimple on your nose but you don't panic because walgreens has the cure...and all is well in the world...no whys just is...
...i am stuck in my self-built time-warped zone where i question the whys...analyze the analogies...iron the ironies...explore the metaphors...neverending questions of whys...why is silence deafening...nirvana in utero...tears in heaven...why so many whys...and do you know that why is a word in the english language which hardly touches the inside of your mouth...go ahead, try it...makes you wonder about its emptiness...its meaningless...
...that is why i stopped writing...
i stopped writing... and then started smoking. just kidding, yeoj ;-P
et moi, arrête l'écriture? mon dieu! *coughs* ahem. i mean, i can't do that. it's like asking me to jump into the chicago river - one look at the green morass and i thought, anlamig naman diyan. i mean, i can't do this to my moms. plus, the pollution will kill me first, not the drowning. and then i remembered i didn't even have insurance yet. so i walked away from michigan avenue bridge. ¶ 8/03/2005 11:08:00 PM
