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Today, the things on my mind have been writing poetry, the value of money today, and lastly how Mamoru Samuragochi came out as a fraud.
On Poetry: The issue I’ve been struggling with stems from an interview I watched on TV. A poet was saying that nothing he wrote about was really REAL. He just wanted to influence people and trigger emotions in his readers. I’ve been struggling to write poetry that is worth while since…always. This guy is just telling me to fake it, pull on strings and get noticed?
On Money: This always bothers me. Need it but don’t have it. Have it but its never mine…not really. I have grown to think that a wise person uses money to make money but a happy person can learn to live without. Not many of us are happy…at least I know I’m not.
On Mamoru Samuragochi: It is on the gaming radar right now. Thing is, nobody I know ever played Resident Evil for the music. Those same people wouldn’t really care either…Yeah, it sucks and his career is stained (if not just flat out over) but it doesn’t really bother me. A deaf guy making music? The saying, “If a blind man leads a blind man, both will fall into a pit.” comes to mind.
Cause sometimes I forget
and other times I feel like I’ve got nothing to say
but most of the time?
I am just away…
I got ideas and stories to write…gotta get to it!
I was thinking. When our forefathers’ ink touched the page, what unseen horizons did they attempt to paint? The minds that brought us whole new worlds and changed ours in the process. In the end…are We honoring their legacy? Who would honor us? Why would they?
I’ve got a damaged soul and a sickened body. The world has lost her romance and I cannot catch her sighs. I’ve become the living dead that I would watch shuffle slowly from day to day. Their bodies twisted from age and every last emotion painstakingly beaten and broken.
If I had to guess what it was…it Would be a simple promise. That which lights the heart and draws the eyes beyond our reach. It could never be anything tangible and would never be simple enough to defined in words. No, but never has it stopped a man to think of that promise. The promise made that no matter the torments of Hell and the quickened silence of death that beckons every human from birth, we can free ourselves and dare to dream.
So knowing of such a splendor and the awesome show of will we can achieve. Does the dagger of lament dig, twist and tear into my mind, heart and soul. Bastard blade! You jest when you whisper of sweet release! Freedom holds no tone other then a shout and cry! To announce in every dying man the promise we all share to keep.
Okay folks! I haven’t been reading any new manga for a while so I figured I would pick up a new one! Let me present to you…”Kigurumi”!
So a Kid named Kurusu Makoto (guy with the needle and thread) is some beanie baby master in High School. So far he doesn’t really bring anything new for the “Japanese High School Kid” department…Apparently tons of people are just dropping dead and nobody knows what the deal is. The only survivor of a recent massacre is a girl named Karaki Kei.(the girl with the bat). So then we run into the stuffed doll…
And Shit hits the fan…
So far I am really enjoying this manga…well this one chapter. I am wondering where it will go from here…It has a JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure flavor so far and I can really dig that.
This made me think of Ranma 1/2 and The Thing from the Fantastic Four…It is an idea I was looking of using in something I was thinking of writing. So, I am interested in seeing if this is an one time thing or how it will pan out…
Kigurumi by Kurokat Kei and Watanabe Shizumu is billed as a Action, Drama, Horror, Seinen, Supernatural Manga. It is brand spanking new with only one chapter out right now. So, why not give it a read?
By the by, “Kigurumi” is a term for person in one of those costumes you see in theme parks. You know, like Micky Mouse in Disney Land or Barney the Dinosaur.
Been a while since I posted anything. I wanna write something…but, I don’t know what it should be.
So I’ve spent my whole night relaxing on the couch. The jazz music pumping out of Pandora mixes with my thoughts. Its like every emotion and every sin are coupled and locked in my imagination. I sigh and flick across the wasteland of broken people on tumblr. “Who cares if I can’t relate because I’ve lived a different life then you?”
I’m depressed and alone aswell…